The Measure of a Soul
A thousand faces cross my sight,
Some bold with charm, some soft with light.
But beauty’s just a fleeting show—
It fades with time, as all things go.
I do not weigh you by your skin,
But by the strength you hold within.
How do you speak when no one sees?
Do you bring calm, or stir disease?
Your habits form the truest art,
They leave the prints upon your heart.
Your looks may fade, your youth may flee,
But who you are will stay with me.
If what I say you cast aside,
It shows what in your heart you hide.
If you don’t care for how I feel,
Then what we share was never real.
So go with those who make you whole,
I’ll walk the path that feeds my soul.
Though flawed, I see what’s veiled and deep—
Not all who smile are those I keep.
I seek the rare, the kind, the wise—
Not just a face or well-dressed guise.