I have a friend who’s beautiful
And yet she doesn’t know;
I’ve told her – lots of people have –
She doesn’t think it’s so.
She’s beautiful in thought and deed
In gesture and remark;
Where others see a calming light
She sees imperfect dark.
She won’t believe no matter what,
Whatever we might say;
Because she has the backstage view
She can’t believe the play
Lovely poem – last lines especially.
Reminds me of a favorite song (Roxy Music) :
[…]There’s a girl
I used to know
Her face is her fortune
She’s got a heart of gold
She never goes out much
But boy, when she does
Then you know…
She’s got no money
Well, maybe a dime
But she knows what she’s worth
And that’s reason why
She’s gonna make it
She’s got what it takes
You’ll appreciate that
She’s probably late
But I know
And you know
We all know
She’ll have a really good time
I love this poem! ❤️