Plastic-like faces, paid for, made for, create *abomination
in an *attempt to court the *affection of the unworthy.
*Bloom, oh fragile rose, scent the air, age gracefully,
leave no ungrateful shadow to *bamboozle the blind.
Cherish each crease in the dog-eared page of your life.
*Flame on, show your *inner soul, ignite with diligent
*passion, and dexterous fingertips the core.
For what is true beauty, if not the lines caused by loving laughter.
*Relationships come and go, false tarts *scorn and *struggle
with the tides of time, and *taste none of the *tender sweetness
of true love, being left eternally *yearning.