The beautiful

I pitied when I saw you,

My heart aghast when my eyes looked into yours,

My soul appalled at your very touch,

I forsake God when I met his abhorrent creation.

I looked at you from the corner of my eye,

For hours I gazed and questioned

The mortal sin which bestowed the curse

 You were no princess, no fairy angel.

I saw the lips that could have been ruby red

But smiled in a joy I’ll never know

I saw the eyes that had no sea

But sparkled besides.

To me it felt

You were felony of an age gone by

To me the heart that never content

Bade loathing to the flower.

The shade of the tree in the burning sun

The bird never does ask for green

It goes content by the cool

The mirror, the candle, the illusion.

I looked at you when you smiled

I looked at you when u slept

I looked beneath the dusty skin

I looked at the soul.

The soul ever merciful

The cry compassionate

The tear of joy

The hand of kindness.

I understood then

For I pitied myself

The age would go by

The mirror would finally lie.

The joy shall linger

Empathy follow

Kindness belie God

For you shall love and have a heart.