There’s a vocation. You might say a call
though cheekbones, bright eyes, slightly surreal wit
may be the things that help you choose, for it
has elements about it which appal.
It happens that you have a mind and soul
as gorgeous as your face. Some will ignore
that fact, poor fools. They’ll look at you and bore
you silly with their stares. Although you roll
your eyes, they never take a hint. Some think
beauty is easy and they’re just as wrong.
Beauty’s as hard as dance, or verse, and song.
We stare art in the face and never blink
Hard mistress that we share, will only break
our heart, if what we forge to truth, is fake.