Your pulchritude rises from within you
And sits upon your beauty-coated skin,
Your aging does not thus reflect your wear
But instead draws the undying shine within.
My eyes befogged by your unblemished smile
Do not see the murk of the filthy world around
But ever scans the perfect sparkle of your eyes:
The jewel for which I prayed, the pearl that I found.
Despite the glamour and cheer of the partying crowds,
My memory dwells in the brief minutes of your golden tears -
The times when happiness your tender hands harshly eluded,
The times when your soul could not handle fate and its fears.
As the mauling of years deals your unfeeling skin a blow
I will be eager to see the marvels of this splendid amend
As the old rundown roses give way to the newer ones within,
As the worn-out glitter fades to unveil the new in the end.
