If only I were a painting,
indestructible and charming.
Then, and only then,
would my fairness be untiring.
For Beauty, on the surface,
is oh-so-overrated-
for what does Beauty value
but mirrors, silver-plated?
As proven with so many souls,
Beauty is skin deep:
hollow eyes and empty smiles,
no substance for one’s keep.
And so, my dear admirer,
please keep this thought in mind:
I value Wit and Character
In lieu of polished shine.
While I thank for your kind words,
If, in truth, you are commending:
keep in mind, I’m but a surface.
Please, don’t touch the painting.