Finding a merely pretty face,
Is like a piece of pizza,
bought on a dry, hungry street,
A happiness for a bored tongue,
the taste is soon forgotten,
though some linger longer than others,
Finding a pretty soul,
Is like picking giant blackberries,
Standing in the sun,
Fighting thorns,
afraid you'll drop the sweetest ones,
With stains and cuts we've won
July 16, 2014
