Only The Beautiful. Poem by Rita Pal

Only the beautiful are thrown in love.
Only the beautiful bask in affection
Only the beautiful smiles are noted
Only the beautiful tears are caught

Only the beautiful rule the world
Only the beautiful are handed glory
Only the beautiful are written in memory
Only the beautiful make beggars of lovers

Cold is the world of dolls that writes our fate.
For I lie in stone, forgotten by the rush
Clutching onto the dead pink petals
That once held my love for you
You will find those dried dying petals
Strewn on the pavements to heaven's light

Remember me when I am gone
For I am not beautiful, I simply waited
For an age, a century, a life-time
You never noticed when I died
You never noticed when I cried
For your glances are caught
Only by the beautiful