Classic beauty, I AM NOT!
I am only what my God hath wrought.
Colour, creed, size, education,
you perceive my vocation?
Dear heart its folly is to
be temporarily sad,
In being overlooked, and
never to have had,
While others were attended to
with words of flowers
When ladies fair
were gifted and honoured.
My heart it humanly skips a beat,
While treading unfamiliar grounds,
Not knowing what its like
to be wanted like a treasure found,
But momentary dreams
must hereby be snapped.
Reality repeats, dear heart I must wrap
in a cucoon of knowledge from events past.
Men, they choose what their eyes can see,
Fair damsels and all that is pretty…
Wits of ladies made plain yet fine,
Most men can not see, they remain undermined.
Peace I seek, in the knowledge of Thee!
Oh Lord, I am blessed with what not all do see,
What ever you made me, I thank Yee,
But do please give me a Man who can loveth Me?