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Beautiful
I know you’re busy right now at work minding your own and I, we, us is only a fragment of your imagination in the closet that is locked behind a wall pass the hall way through your bedroom at the back of your mind
You seem to linger in my mind which has no exit for you
I wish every second in your life is accompanied by your smile
I’ve made a decision, that in my life I will always express my thoughts and feelings
Somehow my thoughts and feelings always circulate around your smile
Like gas trapped in a compressed container losing volume
I’m about to burst, this eagerness to make you happy suffocates me
I can’t control how you feel but if I could, you would never fall sick or have a frown on you face
I call you beautiful not because of your sawing eyes, melodious voice, attractive lips, glowing skin or curvaceous body, No!
I call you beautiful because You define that word, I call you beautiful because your soul transcends materialistic deceitfulness
I call you beautiful because in my world this word beautiful would be replaced by You in every dictionary known to man
I can’t separate you from that word or that word from you, so you are not beautiful but you are You
Beautiful is you, you is beautiful, you see when I see a beautiful person according to this world you come into mind and in my mind that person is not beautiful that person is you but not you but you, this will only make sense to you if you were to possess my soul and mind because you’d be seeing you through my eyes you’d be seeing you through my mind
And you’d know I love You, I mean you
My intention was to send you only a text saying “you are very special in my world and that your beauty is skin deep”
I only realised at the deep end that I have flooded you with words, I hope you can swim
I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were to drown in my own words
Your eyes are so deep,
And as black as the night.
Your cheekbones, so perfect,
Defined and pearl white.
Your teeth are like ivory,
And near straight as well.
Your hips bold and bony,
’Though looking quite swell.
Your hair still quite golden,
Like old rotting straw,
And what a complexion,
Like the teeth of a saw.
But beauty is skin deep,
So please don’t dismay.
It’s just your skins texture,
That gets in the way.
I don’t mean to be nasty,
I don’t mean to be rude.
But the maggots you foster,
Will eat you for food.
While in the church garden,
This fair maiden I found.
I think I was planting,
Too deep in the ground!
Ivor G Davies
A continent we haven't yet worked out,
it may be barren, may contain high worth.
The more we learn, the greater grows our doubt.
A place of poison spiders, clot-red earth,
it's huge. Marseilles to Moscow isn't quite
the space which separates Penrith from Perth.
When first we meet it, promise glitters bright.
Its sun is strong, its vegetation lush ...
Harsh truth defeats analysis so trite.
This beauty is skin-deep. Sweet waters gush,
but only on its gaily-colored fringe.
Interiors are ominously hushed.
Just scratch the surface, there's an ocher tinge
which speaks of life extinguished. Dead rocks seethe
beneath cruel radiation. Reptiles cringe
in crevices. There's nothing here to breathe.
I know I told my heart I’d take this slow
But yet still, with him, it’s hard to not let the emotions overflow
I keep reminding myself to not to quickly should I let all my feelings, towards him, show
The funny thing is that, how I feel for him, he already knows
And I’m so scared that I may have to again, let him go
I’m sitting here in this room missing him with each and every beat of my heart
Knowing damn good and well he could very well tear it completely apart
I feel so deeply in my soul it’s never too late to try to make another and final start
I don’t know how much longer I can hold back the dam is about to flow wild
He is very much a man but has the heart of a child
So caring and tender, yet strong and stern
Committed and open, but sensitive and gets sometimes easily burned
I’m in love with every single fiber of his being
From inside to out, beauty is skin deep and always well worth seeing
His voice can and does command me
His eyes very much so controls me
He holds me in his arms the essence of him beholds me
When he kisses my lips, and then my body passion always consumes me
So tell me now, how do I keep telling my heart to go at this slowly?
When he’s the one I gave my heart and soul to willingly and wholly…
(With apologies to William Shakespeare)
Shall I compare thee to a box of frogs
for inasmuch you seem to be as mad,
you've really let your looks go to the dogs
your face would look quite good worn by your Dad.
Your armpit hair blossoms forth like a hedge,
a thicket bursting out atop your vest,
from deep within each summer, sparrows fledge,
your muffin tops a fine home for their nests.
At parties you can lighten up a room
if only from the window you would shift,
you stand, hitch hiking as the traffic zooms
hoping someone will give your chins a lift.
For beauty is skin deep I have no doubt,
in which case I'm afraid you're inside out.
(Love poem #2 to follow)
(INNER BEAUTY) :
Words donot define beauty.
People donot define beauty.
Looks donot define beauty.
You define beauty
In your depth
In your speech,
In your mind.
Beauty is not about having a pretty face.
It is about having a pretty mind,a pretty heart
And most importantly a
Beautiful soul.
Some people have bad taste
Because they see only a pretty whitish complexion face,
When they look at their fiancée.
They say that beauty is skin deep.
Actually Beauty is not in the face
Beauty is light in the pure heart and pure soul.
Blessed are they
Who see beauty in humble places
Where other people see nothing.
There is a inner beauty about a woman.
Who believes in herself.
She knows well, she is capable of doing any thing,
That she puts her mind to.
There is a beauty in the strength and determination
Of a woman who follows her own right path,
She is not thrown off by obstacles along the way.
There is a beauty about a woman.
Whose confidence comes from experiences,
She knows when she fall,pick herself up and again move on.
You are like the ocean,pretty enough.on the surface,
But Dive down into your depths ,you will find beauty
Where most people never see.
I am strong because I know my weakness
I am beautiful because I am aware of my flaws.
I am fearless because I learnt to recognise,illusion from Real.
I am wise because I learn from my Mistakes.
I am a lover because I have felt hate .
And I can laugh because I have known sadness.
Always remember that point
Beauty is on the inside and not outside,
If you are going to judge ,judge me by my pure heart and pure soul
And not by my skin colour.
My skin colour fades but my inner beauty of heart & soul stays.
God determines who walk into your life ,
Its up to you to decide who you let away ,who you let stay,
Who you refuse to let go.
Because Matches are decided on Heaven
And take place on Earth by Parents choices.
An inner happiness abode in all,
A sense of universal harmonies,
A measureless secure eternity of truth and beauty
And good things and joy made one .
By Aliza Mukhtiar (Aliza Kashmala Kiran)
They call it blind because you're unable to see
If their good looking, broke or have all their teeth
Taking alot of time to get to know the inner person
Sharing common idiosyncrasies and other emotions
This person makes you so happy until it's unreal
From these long conversations good is how you feel
For the first date you're wondering what to wear
All your past blind dates were total nightmares
Blind dates have proven that beauty is skin deep
You can put a face to the voice when you finally meet
You're worried if you would meet their expectation
Constant thoughts of them has build up anticipation
You're hoping this person is what you're looking for
Someone you can be with leaving you wanting more
If their disappointed they leave you there waiting
It seems like a waste of time to start off blind dating
I'm getting complemented on my looks.
'Well, what has changed?' I think I hear you ask,
For Tom Cruise I have never been mistook,
it's ever since I've had to wear a mask.
I wish I'd known this forty years ago,
those nights out on the pull that came to naught,
I would have got some cloth and learned to sew
then who knows who or what I would have caught.
Oh well, I strike a dashing handsome pose,
with my mask on, I'm gorgeous, so it seems,
without, red lines round ears and on my nose,
Not fooling anyone, no stuff of dreams.
That beauty is skin deep there is no doubt,
it just means that God made me inside-out.