Imperfect

Beauty had no soul. All she had were beautiful brown eyes and a pointy nose. Beauty had no soul. She was everything that my eyes loved and nothing my heart longed for. Beauty had no soul. She was many shades of physical perfection and that was all that caught my attention. Beauty had no soul. Full lips and swinging hips, but her heart was empty like a bottomless pit. Beauty had no soul. A river of long black hair did her head crown, oh my heart where was it that we were drowned? Beauty had no soul. Voice like the harmony of a thousand flutes, but her words held no depth. Beauty had no soul. Skin unblemished with a youthful glow, body adorned with trinkets of gold. To the eyes a goddess, oh but beauty had no soul. www.jaymarensworld.wordpress.com