Beauty Poem by James Casey

Beauty

He puts up a front hoping that no one knows,
It's pain that flows like a river deep within his soul,
Those cutting words, make him pull up his armor
To him words have an effect, they make him quiver

They stay within his mind untold so in his room he stays,
Where none can see his face or the sorrow that never strays
His head is bowed his heart aches but still he goes on,
Looking for the one with whom he may share a bond.

The one who always makes him happy not sad
Seems to know what to do to make everything glad
A few words spoken and beauty melts him away in leisure
For with her his life becomes an ever enhancing pleasure

Beauty is the one that makes him enthralled with love
For beauty tis the love that pulls him up far above
The self inflicted solitary doldrums of his room
And end the pitiful life he had of preordained doom

Now in their happy place where they can can hover
They find satisfaction and glee in being with each other
With happiness and love filling the now clean air like doves
Bathed in joy and love they are forever paired in eternal love

Jim 1988