Miss Pretty Face

You have curly,soft black tresses that Are a lover’s delight,Which frame your pretty face ,What with its bright, shining eyes And inviting luscious lips,As you notice, these eyes are rested on you, I ask myself, Are you beautiful? Many years hence, when all of this is stolen And you have no say in it whatsoever, When your skin has peeled off those lovely cheeks And your bones have turned to dust, While you are asleep peacefully in the womb of a tomb, These eyes that once rested on you will recall and Ask of me, This beauty of the past that has turned so ugly, leaving behind simply beautiful memories,Isn’t it beautiful because it is no more? Is it not because it isn’t anymore? Oh Prettyface! I wonder….Who is the beautiful of the two?

-A