Reflecting On Her Loveliness (Poetry)

We sense she’s not as lovely on the inside —
so shining pure and flawless in her mind
or generous of heart — her guiding spirit
as gracious as the light on her is kind.

Her empathy with film makes her iconic,
the essence of her age caught on a roll
portraying truth but questioning the ethic —
how beauty shields a less than perfect soul.

We’re all beguiled by looks that seem so candid —
uncomposed, that wide disarming smile,
its warmth assumed harmonious to magic —
such romance charms, entrances for a while.

The character beneath has regions colder
than any questing camera ever found,
the angel on the surface shines but thinly
while shadows haunt the deeper, private ground.

Her face enthralls and fascinates the artist,
who sees in her the mirror of her peers —
street-worldliness and innocence in conflict,
and sly reflections, hints of darker fears.

He knows she can be cruel when the mood takes her,
the image that he captures makes it plain
she’s beautiful with subtle reservations —
such loveliness can drive a man insane.