"Beautiful"
I was tired and you held me
I was tired forever and it showed
Age seeps in denying my youth the vigor
i seem to watch it fade in paralysed horror
hoping and hoping, that I will look better tomorrow
today i tried caking and drawing makeup all over my face
i looked quite young and quite beautiful but it was a mask
i would rather be the me i am underneath, than
wear a mask to hide my face beauty is an art
there is so much more to it than makeup
i feel most beautiful when i am in my husband's arms
or on those late four am nights i look in the mirror and smile
i feel more beautiful without makeup
i don't know why but i want to be myself
my soul is deep and beautiful, etched into my skin
character and wisdom underneath my eyes
i feel most beautiful wearing absolutely nothing
just a nightgown, with my hair pulled back into a tight bun
this is the way i really am
this is the woman my husband is in love with, me
this is aging gracefully
i feel more beautiful without makeup