I swept my hair to the side
and looked at you in your eyes
the grey foam sea just behind
the black and depth words you sigh
i wrapped my hair around my shoulder
heart as empty, getting colder
wishing i would not grow older
beauty in the eye of the beholder
in your eyes i saw my reflection
knowing i had your affection
without a thought, i had not
reason to believe i had imperfection
i cannot clasp my fists tight enough
close my eyes shut enough
whisper softly enough
kiss you light enough
i cannot cry hard enough
speak weakly enough
render your breath warm enough
delicately love you
i wrapped my collar against my neck
and looked up at Big Ben
the morning was about to break
when i turned from you: a great mistake
i put my hands in my pockets
i had slid them through an electric socket
i could hear the very Tower Clock tick
with no reason to believe i had imperfection
i wrapped my hair around my shoulder
heart as empty, getting colder
wishing i would not grow older
beauty in the eye of the beholder
without a thought, i had not
reason to believe i had imperfection
Hi Annie, even at my age, your well chosen words to Beauty In The Eye Of The Beholder poem rhymed and chimed from the 1st stanza to the last...good job and thanks for inviting me to your site.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty, I agree, lies in the eye of the beholder. But beholders do lie at times and are not always very kind, so we have to learn to love ourselves and be proud of what we are. Always seeking others' approval is not always the best way to live.