Beautiful You
When Heaven opens up, I feel the spill; the rain; the pour -
I know your heart still breaks, and you need to cry some more.
When you think you're alone, with no-one beside you to listen -
Remember I'm here along side you, drying the tears that glisten.
I see you in mind's eye; your soul is open wide -
I am not gone, I did not die; I'm always by your side.
Through your eyes, I see; my soul can boldly stride -
Born again, I'm free, as together our world's collide.
Over lush green grass I canter, I sprint; I bound and play -
Infecting flowers with laughter; a breeze tickling their gentle sway.
Twinkling star called love; it's beauty is you; love's abound -
A playful sun through cotton clouds, and dancing trees surround.
If the sunny breeze is a voice so warm; grass, loving hands so true -
If flowers and trees, a form - then the beauty around me is you.
Linked by love, so symphonic; I know, we're never apart -
Calming sound, so melodic; It's the music of your heart.
Am i just A convenience to you? I try and try to make you visualise the potential me and
you have deep inside. I sometimes wish that I pass your mind, so I dont feel so stupid for
always having you cross mine. I wonder why your eyes are so blind you only see the beauty
which will soon begin to die. You dont see my beauty within, you only see my scars, and
smile which hides the truth of A love-sick heart being ripped apart becoming love warned out
and thrown out. Do I need to have killer thighs with a perfect sense to accessorise, or
beautiful eyes with a seductive style just to be noticed by you that once in a while? Well
sorry I dont wear gold or diamond chains, or even play these love sick games. Im not
everything or anything but will always continue to shine because I will forever hold my head
up high. I am noticed now, for my question is mirrored back at you. What do You need, To
be noticed?
- Wiko Te Maru
Young lady! Yes, You!, I’m talking to you!
What do you see looking in a mirror?
Do you see a pretty face as I do?
You do? You’re sure about that? Stand nearer
My dear and look into mascaraed eyes
In deeper, deeper still, into your soul.
Does beauty reign in that realm undisguised?
External beauty plays a minor role
In life. Now, my dear, stand back from the glass
See what’s behind you? No? It’s your shadow
A faceless non-irradiated mass
Devoid of beauty and class, this you know.
It has accompanied you from the start
While beauty waned your soul became its heart.