Beauty lies in perception

I found a Swedish beauty
her hair was blond and braided like golden straw
She was heavy and rotund and felt self conscience about it
But she was fine
'Cause she was young
Still young
and down on herself
even though her face was a stunning pretty

Eyes of pastel grey so beautiful and sharp
They could easily pierce the dark and my own flesh
And see right through me
That made me fall in love for her
Fell in love with the beauty of her being

Her presence,
her strength of mind that pervaded her space
The space i found myself in
The place i was overtaken in
I fell for her and her exotic scandanavian way
which i found alluring
Even though she self depreciated herself
made her the more sexually beautiful
even though she was what the west calls obese
and yet,
i think,
it's not overweight so much,
as it is aging
body and organs giving out
looking to the future
as if the future is what really matters here

She saw a thin, long stilted beauty walk in with olive skin
Her stiletto heels rocked the place and turned all heads
She looked at her, this Swedish beauty
Then looked back at her friend and shook her own head
Back in forth as in, "Wow!"
As in, "Really?"
As in, "Figures,"
of mock disgust
. . . her friend understood with a patronizing look

I felt for her and gave her a double take
Yeah, it would be fine for you to be thin
But you're not
And right now, your rotund rounds of body
Around your midriff
Your thighs especially as you stood to leave
Your bum so very round and firm
Would make for perfect leisure love in the colds
Around a hearth around a fire in the frozen north
Surrounded by fjords and icebergs
Who would care?
who would dare to judge you?

Your company is fine
So womanly, so practical
So unassuming
No one to compare with there
only those that live there
why compare?

Just you and me
And the frozen north
Where its fine to have loving company
A warm body to love and hold
To love