Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Why do most beholders narrow on one fantasy
They are cowards behind soldiers
Superficializing young girls with no courtesy
Stick straight,perfect blond hair all the time
Short shorts to bare the rear of your flesh
Red lipstick and black eyeshadow you will mimick
You shouldn't pass true beauty's test
Love is acceptance of the heart,soul,and mind
Not acceptance of the face or skin
Think that,emptiness is what you'll find
The hollow tree trunk you're in
Maybe your not a supermodel
But you're a heart with a right
My mind wavers and begins to fumble
I love you,no matter what you look like