In the doorway I stood
to that little room with
light blue walls; I watched
her carefully, sleeping;
everywhere but her head
covered in blankets.
At that moment, she
wasn't all that beautiful;
Her hair was a mess, her
face askewed from a bad
dream, and most importantly,
her love for me.
I wasn't very beautiful
either, my body too
skinny for my height,
and my face and back
covered in acne not
even age can heal.
But we were both
together, in a tiny
little house, forever
in agreement that
beauty doesn't matter
so long as there is love.
Very true. Beauty doesn't matter so long as there is love. In reality too inner beauty is more important. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love outshines Hate. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing.