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Gift of Beauty
- Gift of Beauty -
When you tell me I am so pretty my darling,
And you say that I am a goddess so lovely…
I wish that I felt like I was truly so charming!
But all of my family tells me that I am so ugly.
There are times that I want to simply smash,
My mirror, but I know it would be very silly.
If only I could have my deepest secret wish,
And truly be as pretty as what you do see…
Rather than the freak I have always beheld.
Is my face so beautiful to you, and my body?
Beauty is something that I have not ever felt.
Other girls have, and for it I held only envy…
Like that which a demon feels, for an angel!
How is it possible that you love me so much?
I am not an angel, and my life is a living hell.
But you call me goddess; adore me as such!
And I find myself believing you, and happily.
For the first time in my life, I feel true dignity!
But, sometimes, at night, old terrors return…
And I touch my face with my fingers, fearing.
Am I the goddess for which you truly yearn?
But, then you look at me, so very endearing!
My fingers trace my face, and I feel an angel.
The goddess you love, the woman you adore,
And in those moments I feel whole and well…
Not a freak, and not just some wanton whore.
I do remember who I am, through your eyes,
When cruelty makes me forget, that I am fair.
I love you for that, with passion undisguised…
Your gift to me is one that is beyond compare.
To see myself through your ever loving sight…
For the first time in my life, seeing most clear!
Then the old terrors vanish from out the night.
Your love is your gift and I hold it most dear!
Call me goddess if it pleases you to say this…
And I will call you my god, in harmonic bliss!
In an imperfect world, you show me a truth…
Something no one else, has ever truly shown:
That I am perfect and that I am divine to you!
Your heart is as fiery as mine, not cold stone.
We are the opposite of a world grown inert…
The exception to the rule, the creative chaos,
From which spring passions, glories, and art!
What pure happiness we shall craft, from us,
No seer can see, nor cards foretell from fate.
Love is a mystery, and from it angels do rise,
Even when they have fallen, it is not too late!
For, I was fallen and then to my fair surprise,
I find you raising me up, giving me new wings.
My mirror shows me only beauty at long last,
And for this pretty gift, my spirit softly sings…
For you have exorcised the devils of my past.
When you tell me I am so pretty my darling,
And you say that I am a goddess so lovely…
I wish that I felt like I was truly so charming!
But all of my family tells me that I am so ugly.
There are times that I want to simply smash,
My mirror, but I know it would be very silly.
If only I could have my deepest secret wish,
And truly be as pretty as what you do see…
Rather than the freak I have always beheld.
Is my face so beautiful to you, and my body?
Beauty is something that I have not ever felt.
Other girls have, and for it I held only envy…
Like that which a demon feels, for an angel!
How is it possible that you love me so much?
I am not an angel, and my life is a living hell.
But you call me goddess; adore me as such!
And I find myself believing you, and happily.
For the first time in my life, I feel true dignity!
But, sometimes, at night, old terrors return…
And I touch my face with my fingers, fearing.
Am I the goddess for which you truly yearn?
But, then you look at me, so very endearing!
My fingers trace my face, and I feel an angel.
The goddess you love, the woman you adore,
And in those moments I feel whole and well…
Not a freak, and not just some wanton whore.
I do remember who I am, through your eyes,
When cruelty makes me forget, that I am fair.
I love you for that, with passion undisguised…
Your gift to me is one that is beyond compare.
To see myself through your ever loving sight…
For the first time in my life, seeing most clear!
Then the old terrors vanish from out the night.
Your love is your gift and I hold it most dear!
Call me goddess if it pleases you to say this…
And I will call you my god, in harmonic bliss!
In an imperfect world, you show me a truth…
Something no one else, has ever truly shown:
That I am perfect and that I am divine to you!
Your heart is as fiery as mine, not cold stone.
We are the opposite of a world grown inert…
The exception to the rule, the creative chaos,
From which spring passions, glories, and art!
What pure happiness we shall craft, from us,
No seer can see, nor cards foretell from fate.
Love is a mystery, and from it angels do rise,
Even when they have fallen, it is not too late!
For, I was fallen and then to my fair surprise,
I find you raising me up, giving me new wings.
My mirror shows me only beauty at long last,
And for this pretty gift, my spirit softly sings…
For you have exorcised the devils of my past.
Published 28th Feb 2013
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This is really touching. To a person like me that have wondered the same thing. What makes a person beautiful to some one else.
I guess ones gotta feel that sense beauty from the inside, but as well from the outside.
Darker.
P.S. The photo went so well along with the poem.
Great Ink!
I guess ones gotta feel that sense beauty from the inside, but as well from the outside.
Darker.
P.S. The photo went so well along with the poem.
Great Ink!
28th Feb 2015 2:20am
Oh, I am so glad you enjoyed this poem, Darker, and that you found it so touching! Beauty is indeed the kind of thing that must be felt both inside and out and in order to do that sometimes it can be as simple as feeling beautiful, which often that special someone can very much help a girl with. I think we all have those moments when it seems like nothing can really quite make that magic happen... but often, I've found that when someone loves you enough it totally can happen, and when it does then one feels beyond beautiful! Beauty and love, in that way, can sometimes be intertwined. Of course, bolstering one's self-esteem is always a must-do too, and me I've been doing a lot better in that department since this poem was written. Beauty has so many facets to it! And so many things can affect one's own perceptions of it. But that is what makes it both a human thing, as well as something grander and more! :)
Glad you liked my choice for the poem's illustration, I also thought it went ideally together! Very pleased to see someone else thought so too. :D
Glad you liked my choice for the poem's illustration, I also thought it went ideally together! Very pleased to see someone else thought so too. :D
