Perfectly Pictured Imperfectly
Timeless and framed is the appealer of my eyes,
still as the inanimate
and unaware of my admiration.
I bear many an inquiry that's sure to fail
upon mountains of ofher inquiries
all addressed to a deaf ear.
With fascination taking hold
over the minds herded single file.
How many take the bait of your smile
when all eyes turn to you as if hallowed
or glinting as a star out of the ordinary.
And you never knew, never heard and never seen
how much you've always meant to any of us.
What was it that I had once seen?
A beauty crowned with adoration
or another aesthetic plastering
concealing a secret beauty
distorted with churning concoctions
all for the sake of appeal, there are so many.