Gargoyle

Ugly they called Dimming the light in her Her beauty diminished Inner but not outer face Words are repeated Lies into truths In her head she thinks Gargoyle she thinks For she cannot see truth For not blind Yet never seemed to see the true beauty that lies beneath her tears Though meeting another Her eyes mist Yet see more then hers "Your voices beauty" "Your minds see's the good" "Your hands soft" She saw all of her Even though blinded She loved all of her Both in love Both in love with minds Not a gargoyle But another woman in love Love is beauty