Monday, August 4, 2014

The Beauty of Acceptance

Him.
He is such a nerd, with big rounded glasses,
no life but the poems he writes and he, himself publishes,
until he met this girl, with thick eyelashes,
and sweet pink lips he would kill for some kisses.

Her.
She is no beauty, even more a princess,
not with her brackets, big hairs, and freckles,
but she's born with these dreams people call "madness",
those only this boy thinks, "you can chase it".

Them.
Years passed by and both have learned,
that he is such an ass, and she's so stubborn,
that he drinks a lot, and it makes her concerned,
and that she can't cook well it makes his stomach ruined.

But poems about her are continuously written,
and they've reached Eiffel together- haters are beaten,
in the aisle of Paris, they exchange the words as the candles burn,
"I vow to you my love, and to always cherish the beauty of acceptance".

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