I Used To Be Beautiful

I used to be beautiful in the way not depicted in magazine clippings.  
I used to be beautiful in heart , lending pieces of me to those who's petals had wilted and turned to dust....
But that be before he came....
He appeared beautiful in his cloak of armor, a smile that sent my heart tripping over its words.  
I knew I loved him in those first moments as he lifted me to his heights to see things as he has seen them.
How love can be a cruel and selfish bitch showing us what we want most only to strip us of them and ourselves all in the same breath.  
How a voice can always linger though memories escape our bruised and fragile minds.
His first kiss under an Amber moon and audience of stars flickering in applause of one hell of a show flushed my soul the color of my rose red cheeks.
The heat of love both comes on strong and fades in an instance, but the love remains haunting our ability to move on.  
Love felt once is felt for life, to live a life without that love is to live only to die.
I used to be beautiful before I loved him!
How quickly when hurt a heart wilts and falls away.