The perishable beauty of women,
In my pursuits I seek not,
Such beauty as grandma had in her youth,
But lost in the wash of time
The beauty my heart seeks,
Knows not the ravages of time,
But defies the test of time,
The incorruptible shining through the eyes
Of so innocent a child,
The love flooding the heart of a woman
Bereft of striking looks,
Whom the world frowns upon like an old man
Annoyed by the silly chatter of prostitutes
The beauty I seek is from within,
Beauty that shines from a heart that loves.
(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010
(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010
'beauty is vanity goes the old adage. true love is of the heart though beauty is beheld by the eye of the gazer. am enraptured to say that the Haunted Trail is not you destiny
ReplyDeletethe beauty that is portrayed in this poem is transcendent in that it is intrinsic and extrinsic such that it wavers not .I like this !
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