BEAUTY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
You see a youthful love, though they are older
You feel forever warm
Even if it’s colder
When afraid
You’re like a brave soldier
Others see wrinkles
You see candy sprinkles
They look at lines
You think they look mighty fine
Their forever your valentine
How does this work
The sighted all see the same?
You feel proud to show off your love
Whereas others would hold their head in shame
For you this is real
Others it’s a game
How two people don’t see the same?
I guess it would be odd
If we all like one person
That would be hard
Surrounding the same with so much passion
Like wearing the copy
Of whatever is in fashion
Where all individuals
In a garden of roses and daffodils
Fruits so diverse
With tastes which delight some but not all
Just like a verse
Which can be loving or aimed to appall
I guess what I’m saying
Is we don’t all see the same
No, not at all
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