The Beautiful Beast

She is my vision of a spirit beautiful

while I am a burnt, scarred beast.

To this day, I do not see what she sees.

I am an ugly skinned man,

half-full of angry rage.

I hid my physical being from all.

She sees past that somehow.

With her tender look towards me

I become calm, quiet. 

My beautiful wishes to see all of me,

no hiding my scarred face, body

behind a hoodie, covering bandanna.

She reveals me from under the disguise. 

In her hands, my scars significantly tingle.

She gives a soft, reassuring smile

that makes the heart healed.

We are two in a sharing waltz

that only has the two of us. 

To me, I am a horrific beast.

To her, I am a gentile beast. 

By Andrew Scott

From: Canada

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