She’s got shiny,
long blond hair
Perfect skin –
full of youth…
Lovely, fresh,
white smile
If she has all that,
And I do not,
Who am I?
She’s got perfect waist
And size
Long legs, sexy hips,
Better breasts!
If she has all that,
And I do not,
Who am I?
I do not look at myself
In the mirror anymore.
Instead, I look in it-
What do I see?
My green eyes
In a wrinkled smile
The mature person I’ve become
Full of life,
Growing sense of humour
Just..
A perfect walking soul.
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18 comments:
She has nothing more important than what you have, she hasn't got your soul, or your heart. She can't ever be you. You, Dulce are truly a unique gift of God.
Secretia
Oh Dulce:
A fitting epitaph to millions of woman who cringe looking into the mirror.
This is the best love poem you have written to all the ones who need to realise their self-worth.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance (An Ideal Husband, OSCAR WILDE)
Joy always,
Susan
you have it all :)
This speaks to me so much, I love it. Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.
oooh....love this....confidence...true beauty
she's her and you are well, you.
every wrinkle tells a story and botox erases the story for a bit (but I happen to like my stories)
What else do you see while looking in the mirror?
the person inside creates the beauty outside. you're a perfect example of that!
wonderful. everyone should think like you.
Love this Dulce!
I really do!
It made me SMILE :)
Margie :)
This is such a beautiful piece, Dulce... for women everywhere on this earth. So many women look but do not see... We are all, every one of us, filled with beauty. And if we are beautiful on the outside but our hearts are filled with black, then what's the sense?
And, I see I've missed an "erotica" poem... Can't miss that! I'll go back and read it. What are you doing, woman? Mass-producing poetry? Where does your imagination come from???
:-)
Nevine
yes,this feeling...
that we are not... beautiful enough.
Indeed what maturity! to see!
thanks Dulce
bring on the beauty of aging..
yet, how hard is the journey to see the beauty of our own body? even the most famous model wishes for something different...
And what's more perfect than that? You are beautiful...thank you for reminding me that it's what inside that matters...
Linda Dulce... adoro tus versos.
Un besito!!!
oh dulce!
worry not and just kiss me some more!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? Not I, said the little red hen.
Oops, I'm mixing my fairy tales.
is mixing fairy tail what get's me into so much trouble?
How did I miss this one? I must have taken a day off. Or maybe could not face looking into that mirror of yours, Dulce--grin!
Never have I been obsessed with my appearance, or others--well, within reason, ya know?
A winning smile is first thing noticeable, but even that can be disarming...it is in the EYES where truth resides, that sparkle of you "knowing who you are" and no shame involved there.
And then recognition in the other, that we ARE all one, sharing in so MANY of human traits, etc.
I will be certain that you have nothing to fear--in that mirror of yours!
Take Care, Dulce!
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