May 17, 2016

Like one who would for but its skill displayed

Like one who would for but its skill displayed
Observe a painting drawn with more in mind,
Or as one who, for only errors made,
Would judge a sculpture, so you see me blind;
For every other of your lovely traits
Except the ones in which I notice flaws,
If I should eye more picture-perfect mates
While in your company, I break no laws;
Devotion mine is strong, for I surmise,
Our bond holds power more than one such side
As mere aesthetic beauty that belies
The lack of inner beauty long since died;
  Because with virtue you have always been,
  You need no pretty shell to hide within.

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