Beauty

Blissful in her world she walks down the isle
When suddenly her lips break into a warm smile
As she hears a whistle from a random admirer
Happy she is to be the object of many such desires

She flicks her golden hair as she turns around
Her frosty stare almost knocks him to the ground
She flashes the ring keen to see him broken
And whispers aloud “you ignorant I am already taken”

He whistles along as he shrugs off the worry
And says “Oh lovely dame there no such hurry
I am sure someday the future will bring
A beauty like you but without a ring”

Her face is still glowing, her smile still warm
She knows again that she still holds the charms
As she melts that night in her lovers desires
Happy she is to have many such admirers

Demons start smiling the day she spies
Wicked wrinkles under both her eyes
The mirror breaks but the image remains
Constantly reminding her of her pains.

Her lover sees in her not a single blemish
Every moment with her he holds with cherish
He is worried if their union will last tomorrow
As she is consumed by her plight and sorrow

She searches and searches in mirrors most
As she earnestly tries to find the image lost
Her thoughts and mind flooded with self pity
Cursing time who took away her beauty

Ending 1
Then one day a faint smile reappears
As once again that whistle she hears
She turns around and her eyes wildly search
To find him again atop his lofty perch

He jumps down to join her in the isle
Says “Come with me for many many miles”
She flashes the ring and gives the answer same
But says “Thank you for making me pretty again”

And blissful in her world she walks away


It was 2 in the morning and I was at the Amsterdam airport with nothing to do. I had almost finished my cappuccino and finished reading Jesus by Deepak Chopra and was bored as I had 8 hrs to go for my next connection. As I was staring into nothing I saw a girl walk by. Then someone form the Starbucks shop whistled, startled she turned looked around appearing annoyed and then walked away. With nothing to do as I waited for my next flight I wrote this poem.
But I do not quite have a good ending yet, please feel free to come up with your own ending.