By the way your eyes hang low,
I take it that you don't know your beautiful.
The impulse to buy clothes just to fill a void,
That brings a second of ease.
A Momentary fix. Soon to create obsession.
Let my eyes bring you joy as they search for you adamantly.
The way you gleam in them and sparkle.
The moments spent alone staring in the mirror.
In deep thought wondering how you look.
Let my eyes be that mirror that reflects a picture of perfection.
As you fill them with each glance.
A moment taken to smile at absolute beauty.
You don't have to try to gain my attention.
There is no need for powdered make-up.
No need for fancy dresses made to last until the next trend
Set at a higher price.
As the feeling you give is priceless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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