I once held this heart in my hand,
As its true beauty struck me no longer could I stand.
I found a chair and table,
so I put my head down.
As I lifted it back up, The eyes of a soul I found.
I was pierced with elegance and forced to turn away.
The hand of a spirit held mine and refused to turn astray.
I turned and stood to look at all I had just embraced.
But, instead of finding things, I found a man without a face.
I wept for this poor man, for he could not hear,
the beating of his beautiful heart that I once held in fear.
I wept for this poor man, for he could not see,
the eyes of his soul that once looked through me.
I wept for this poor man, for he could not speak,
to the spirit that touched me and made my body weak.
I wept for this poor man and I fell to my knees,
seeing all his beauty he'd just given to me.
Realizing then what I'd known all along,
these beautiful things to this man did not belong.
This man once had all these things when he looked at himself.
He refused to appreciate his God given wealth.
He made himself a mask of only things unreal.
Before very long this man could no longer feel.
He could not see like he should, he could not speak like he once could.
For years this man hid and he would pretend,
loosing all his beauty in the end.
With all his gifts I received a lesson forever in my heart,
there is beauty inside us all and from us all it should never part.
-Mysty Rayn