Beauty Marks

February 12, 2025

My love,

While away from the noise

I contemplated what you claimed to be flaws

dumbfounded as to how you don’t see

the way you easily neglect your beauty marks

The so-called imperfections in your countenance

are the alluring factor

I’d much rather deter you from a means to fit the mold

for its concept is simply a mathematical ideal

Perfection only inspires superficial poems.

Paragons are the side plots of literature’s intricacy

Portraits don’t stand the test of time without idiosyncrasy

and even the most astonishing works of art are sinuous statues

Art is one’s way to declare the beauty of the odd one

a human conduit to proclaim the sublime duality

tell me, my dear,

if you remove those for the sake of a societal ideal

how would one tell you apart from the mass of replicas?

Your soul and spirit may be described on paper,

but what shall the artist carve onto clay

if turn your face into a dead ringer mathematical function?

Or haven’t you noticed, my dear?

even the charm of a clone cant outlast nature’s course like yours can

For these reasons, I ask of thee,

to see your beauty in the eyes of thy humble beholder

let me be the one

who shows you the path to self-love

Used me as the lens to see

the allure in your beauty marks

yours truly

Ibis