The Real Me

Don't look at me; Don't look at my looks Don't look at my appearance My flesh losing its sheen Soon to be torn apart Soon to be crashed Soon to be strewn across Soon to perish At the hands of time Dive deep into my soul And see the brightness of sun And feel the coolness of moon And understand the dullness of stars And muse upon the exactness of planets Reflection of all such realities Writ large in my soul The centre of attraction Always smiling and shining never to fall Beautiful, imperishable and indestructible The real me dwells in soul......