SONNET CII – BEACON

the world's such an empty, soulless place
where shallow lovers swoon at pretty lies
they look at you and judge only your face
they see no heaven in the cloudy skies
they miss so much in search of perfect form
nor will they see the story in the scars
they miss the warmth that gets you through the storm
and how that veiled beauty shines like stars
while others look so pretty in the light
the struggles leave their shining image cold
but you were there to hold me in the night
and that sweet constellation shines like gold
   a pretty face is worthless in the dark
   but pure souls give love igniting spark