She sat there with a blindfold across her eyes,
He sat there with a blindfold across his eyes.
Across one another on a mahogany table,

He started to speak of his past and his fable.
'I love dogs and I love to look at the night sky'.

She spoke of things she couldn't afford to buy,
"I love to shop because it helps the economy,
But mostly it helps one person look pretty, me".

Without sight of her , he shared his false word,
'You look as pretty and beautiful as a pristine bird'.

The blindfolds lifted between the two,
And he did not look red or look blue,

Even if she had a burn scar across her face,
And he said 'You're as intriguing as space'.

She blushed and asked one question,
"Do you still think I'm beautiful?"

And so he spoke of his confession...
'Beauty is in the soul and yes you are beautiful'.

The night came to an end and he hesitantly reminded her,
'You can buy anything  to look pretty for you already are...pretty'

And with a grin and a smile across her scarred face she replied,
**"And no one with a heart as golden as yours"