Beauty. 

​Beauty, 

What is it, 

What do you see 

When you look at her face,

Beauty 
Her eyes glowing like the stars 

Her lips, shrivel:  I see the shape of her heart 

Her smile warm, she means well 

Her kind nature, it’s a part 

Of her reality 

Beauty 
Is it truly her face 

Or her heart within 
What does it matter if everyone ogles at her 

Yet her soul is filled with cruelty and that sinister laughter 
Is it not better, 

If she can reach out for your soul 

Without truly using the aesthetics 

Of her face 

If her heart can find the space 

To say 

I love you, 

And yours,

Love you the way 

You are.
Paulo.

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