UGlY

UGlY

It is an Ugly thing

to admit you are in love,

but beauty blossoms

in its midst.

All that is gray,

will turn to green.

Your smile will no longer

be pasted,

nor made of stone.

Life will exude freely

from your person.

It is an Ugly thing

to admit you are in love,

but beauty blossoms

in its midst.