The beauty of your face at night
The beauty of it shining bright
Cannot compare to one small coal
Of the beauty held within your soul
-HTC
This is a short poem and is usually the one that I share with people when they ask to read something I've written. The poem talks about the person that you hold inside of yourself. The one that not everyone gets to see. No matter how beautiful you are on the outside, it can not even come anywhere close to the impression that inner beauty makes. That's what's important.
My mind is always wandering
Thinking, dreaming, pondering
Thoughtful minding, wondering
If maybe there could be a thing
In this world as beautiful as you.
-HTC
This is another short poem, not as profound as the first, yet speacial in it's own way. At first glance you might think I'm talking about a person...am I really talking about a person? Or could i possibly be talking about something else? A dream maybe? Or an idea? Maybe, a piece af art. How about an ideal, or a feeling? Can't feelings be beautiful too? It means different things, to different people. What does it mean to you?