Beauty Poem by Alexandra Motschmann

When I think of beauty
I think of Frankenstein

He lived under the house
And learned by listening
He ate like his neighbor the mouse
And started to love this human being

He heard them speaking about the good
And what counts the most like love and happiness
He even brought them fire wood
And honored their great righteousness

He went to the blind old man
And talked with him about the meaning of life
And talked about his own plan
His own ideas which kept him alive

One day suddenly his outside was seen
And the inner beauty had no value at all
It seemed to him like a terrible keen
And he started to hide behind his inner wall

So real beauty we can not see
Except with our heart
But who is prejudice-free
And starts with pure art

Beauty is everywhere
we just need to open our mind
it*s the real flair
needed to be find and being kind