She’s beautiful, isn’t she,
Rare, flawed, vintage pink,
And willing.
Intricate dressings, securely draped,
Essence beckons,
A gorgeous masquerade.
More than anything,
Your persuasion,
Motivates her, always.
Peeling back her layers,
Truth is conceived,
She’s no beauty, she’s a dream.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Wow, love the photo and title ~ those two make this a brilliant post on their own…and then comes your words. The way you end this work of art is perfect “Truth is conceived, She’s no beauty, she’s a dream.” makes me want to stop doing anything, crawl into bed and just dream along ~ 🙂
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You sent me into the clouds on this comment of yours, you know. Dalo, I think you’re just biased, as you never say anything critical, and relish over making me smile. Thank you… 😉 Let me scoot over and you can climb in…we can see where the dreams take us…oh, you meant your bed, probably.. Smirk. You’re such a charmer. Have great Christmas, if I don’t see you back here before Thursday. Hugs! Love to you and yours, my darling. xxx
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Lovely.
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Hi, Kate. Thanks… what a week, huh? Enjoy your Saturday… xx
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Your hand is light, glancing, mysterious, then in for the big reveal. Well-played, Aud.
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What can I say to the man who I’ve thanked a million times? I think you’re awesome. And I’m extremely grateful for you, Chum. Hope you enjoy your weekend. Went to see the new Annie tonight. Now that was a goodie. Loved it!!
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Cool on the new Annie, Aud. Had to because of the hair, right? Karen and I are picking the Night at the Museum sequel because we want to see Robin’s last performance. Sigh.
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Yes, we nearly went to that one, but the timing was off. Dang. Won’t miss Robin’s performance, believe me. I’m sure you’ll do a review. I look forward to it.
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That’s a great picture, I’d say. And the poem is awesome too… My favorite line: “Peeling back her layers,
Truth is conceived, She’s no beauty, she’s a dream.” I guess that’s three lines!
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Why, thank you, Sir. You’re always so sweet. Yes, I was hoping those lines would stand out. You are a romantic! Admit it, Warrior!
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Umm…umm…uhh…what’s a romantic?
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Don’t try to back away now…you know what I’m talking about.
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*holds ears*
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There’s nothing wrong with being a romantic. Why do you fight it so…?
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Warriors aren’t!
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Yes, they are…they have to be or fighting for something would mean nothing, Duke!!!!!!!!!!
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True…maybe they’re fighting for their swords?
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Okay. Maybe. *sighs* But…you make it very hard on me, you know.
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Wow Audrey. This is beautiful. I must say that I agree with Gus. Peeling back the layers is where you can see if there is true beauty.
🙂
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Thank you, Staci. Yes, it’s getting beyond those layers, isn’t it. 🙂
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That’s sad!
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I know 😦
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I have an idea. 😉
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Oh, yeah?
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It’s one of those pull the dream into reality ideas. We should write together. If you want to, send me a stanza at lisaoja@gmail.com
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I’m so vulnerable right now…who knows what would come out of my mouth.
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I’m the same way. We’re on the same wave. That’s why I thought of it. Only if you want to though. ;)♡
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I’ll do some thinking. Email you soon.
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I think we might gently be able to help each other. 🙂
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This poem is mysterious to me — which would fit with the masquerade 🙂 The mystery came up in the last line, with “She’s no beauty.” I suppose that’s because I still saw her as beautiful, even though she was a dream. With those wonderful descriptions of her in the several beginning lines, I see her as beautiful yet. Even while being a dream and a masquerade…
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I’m glad the mystery came though, yet at the same time, it saddens me. However, your reaction to still finding her beautiful, Gus, is so very important to me. Thank you.
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