Who Are you
Who are you, my myspace beauty?
Why do you shyly hide your face?
Are you ashamed of old age wrinkles?
A few too many pounds, time’s put into place?
Why do you hide behind paintings of sparkling pixies?
Why cower behind images of dancing black cats?
Were I inclined to worry like that I’d be unseen.
And you would never know of me.
We, all of us Gods creatures change with time.
If offered a chance to turn back time, I’d say no.
My memories held are far too precious to let go.
The old saying that beauty comes from within, is true.
Though to age is to appreciate it’s truth even more.
So please, come out of hiding.
Let me see your smiling face.
Let me glimpse at whom I speak to.
You never know.
I might like what I see.