You are looking at her,
But you cannot see her soul.
And little do you know,
Your being played the fool;
Because beauty fades.
She won't look the same today,
Tomorrow;
Beauty fades.
That coy little smile,
Those lips that beguile,
They will only last for a little while.
And once it is all gone,
What will you see,
But a little daemon staring back at thee.
Her screams for pleasure will fill your head,
Your heart will start to fear and dread;
And instead you'll look at me,
And wonder why you did not take the time to get to know me.
For although I am not exactly "pleasing to the eye",
I would have loved you till the day you died.
My love would have been from the heart;
For that is where true love starts.
What you didn't see was a true heart,
A gentle spirit,
A loving friend,
And a constant companion.
For my beauty is not skin deep,
There is so much more to me that you never cared to see.
But I guess in the end I am the one who wins,
For I am free,
And you are stuck with the hussy.
(2012.9.21)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem