No lies, pretense or hiding,
Just a true you as a being
The curve of your lips, the glint of your eyes
Fooling yourself is not very nice.
The art being you, perfectly made
Made in uniqueness and style you withhold
Spaces of your fingers, cuticle of your nails,
The mark of your thumb forever instill.
The tip of your nose, your lashes dark
Friday, February 28, 2014