#eyepofthebeholder
I was told by my friends,
That love is a spell.
Some told that her beauty would enchant me,
Some told that her words would embrace me.
I didn't know how she would be,
For love was something I was yet to meet.
A question lurked in my thoughts,
"Will I find a girl to give my heart?"
I went to a lake lit by the moonlight's grace,
to find some solace in this lonely place.
There was another soul that night,
And little did I know that she would be my bride.
Her simple smile had no dimples,
And her face was laid with pimples.
Her eyes had no lustre,
And her common voice had no flavor.
We found each other every night,
And sat on the grass under the heavenly sky.
We gave joy to one another,
And our love grew into a Blossomed flower.
And then her smile hid my saddest times,
Her voice healed my strife,
Her innocent eyes could never lie,
And her dark skin gave light to my sight.
She had no beauty,
Nor was she smart,
Yet she was the one who stole my heart.
Love truly is a mighty spell,
For it gives a simple girl,
the glow of a thousand pearls.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC