The mind of a romantic
Is blind to flaw
I create perfect images
Of imperfect individuals
This time is no different
In the end it's often not
Intellect
Kindness
Passion
Creativity
Simply something that catches ones eye
The object of affection
What I yearn to be called
Or perhaps not
For I cringe at the thought
Of making another
Feel the pain
That grips my sensitive mind
It's easy to look over a trait such as
Greed or arrogance
But superficiality
Superficiality
Never ever worth it
It may break a heart
Or cause tears to fall
But holding on to one obsessed with merely appearance
Gets one nothing at all