Impress me with your mind, not the looks though so refined. Your gentle to my eyes, but under skin is where true beauty lies. Not the lipstick… but, altruistic. Words places color into lips, brain to beauty it then eclipse. When words you say are thoughts alight, embrace the grace and hopes take flight. I am hinged to your self reflection without direction from my eyes perception. A simple view of poise can filter out the noise. So you wonder why I care so much, because love is of your soul not touch.
