Brushes of Golden spark,
Igniting enigmatic eyes….
Bringing out the beauty inside out.
Often they say “you’re beautiful”,
Seldom they mean…
Invariably unfailingly they match beauty inside and out.
Capricious souls, always on lookout
Claiming to love roses with thorns…
Petrified with inside beauty if blown out.
Malignant steps attempting to curb the blaze
For they dread the glowing light shining out
It’s time to oppose the crowd
Leaving those hollow soothings unanswered…
Use that helpless wonder for the fears to break out.
As the sun sets to rest
Glorious reality checking in…
Take that burning desire to shine from inside and out.