The perception of beauty
Is only the opposite of
The perception of ugliness
Reality is different
From the made-up images
You see everywhere
She may be, brown or black, white or yellow
Carrying the marks of life, happily
Every scrape, every scar, every stretch
Children borne and fed
Not the spring of youth
But the sensuality of knowing, what pleases her
And the courage to explore, what pleases him
Not the coy freshness of girlhood
But the openness of passion unbound
Desire fueled by two simple truths:
That souls need to rejoice in sweet surrender
And the duality of reality,
Rarely matches up to the perfection of fantasy
Beauty springs from the inside the external appearnce may provide the initial attraction as it is intended to But the beauty of disposition is what keeps love alive
Excellent! Well said. The old saying is still very true. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Thanks Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The entire poem is amazing. The last stanza could not be improved upon, it is simply perfect and your perception and wisdom is boundless. A wonderful, wonderful write.