Nah, not pretty
The hair adorning this head
isn't an alluring waterfall
But underneath dwells a mind
bearing skills of a love so fulfilling.
You do not feel enchanted by small eyes
Maybe, for poetry too glorifies big ones.
But they are a mirror, oh dear!
Which reflect you as a coral, or a pearl
with no rival.
This nose isn't a pretty, pointed one,
Yet it smells you as the most fragrant rose.
These lips are not pinkish,
"The effect of cheap childhood lipstick",
but they know the art to kiss your tears
And teach you, crying too can have a
This bosom is not a beautiful abode,
Inside the ribs lies a heart,
with a couch for you to lie with a
Skin lacks fairness like those in movies and magazines,
But with a warmth you'd restlessly seek,
when woeful winter arrives.
Ugly pox marks stay in her like scars
And as you taste her nectar of affection,
They start seeming like gleaming stars.
This journey is mundane, your
If the surface is to you, reality
But beyond every existence of beautiful
When you dive deeper,
To experience the indelible adventure.