The Vision of Love

Where is the love that I’m looking for
Is it in the eye of the one beholding me
What do they really see?

I can only offer myself as the prize in their eyes
If I’m not me I pretend to grandeur
What you want to see?

You may have looks and more friends than you can
Count on all your finger and toes
You may be one of the celebrated people most envy.

Not me.

Money is the tender for your collection of things
Love is not part of its vocabulary
I am a person not a knick-knack or tchotchke
Collecting dust on your table.

You see in my heart
And are there when my life goes through tough times
And occasionally falters.

My flaws do not scare you
You understand and accept them
Beauty is something that grows from within
When the years have gone by and we’ve grown old
Together

Would you be there for me?

Love me.
Please