The eyes are the windows to the soul they say
But what happens when eyes meet and they do not gaze
For they stare for a second and then venture elsewhere
To the flesh that is around and other physical beauties that are there
Attraction is the beast that we say is not cruel
But what happens when attraction is for the flesh and not you
Looking into eyes to just confirm the interest is there
But never venture deeper into what underneath the flesh entails
A mere object of desire
Physical attraction it seems to only be
Mental attraction doesn’t matter
Neither does the true things that define me
In the midst of this I do not cry
For there is no reason to weep
But I will smile and go about my day
And you will say something is wrong with me
For why would I walk away from someone who was into me
Who showered me with gifts?
Who said they loved everything about me?
Now just imagine myself pouring that cup that doesn’t pour into me
Who doesn’t care about my interests?
Who don’t care about getting to know me?
The eyes are the windows to the soul
And when our eyes meet I gaze deep
But your eyes venture elsewhere to the parts of me that you value indeed
And each time I was thinking to myself
I wish you would truly get to know me
“The true beauty of a person is truly what is inside. Take the time to get to know people. You might miss the best part of someone when you are so infatuated with the flesh.” – Monica Renata