His friends told him he could do better
than his current seemingly lackluster girlfriend.
She wasn’t anywhere as good looking
as him, and he had done better in the past
with women his friends said were “hot as hell.”
But they were seduced by the superficial
and could not see what he saw,
the incomparable beauty in her heart,
the incredibly delightful personality
in her head.
And no other woman had been so loving
to him in every possible way.
She was a woman far beyond appearances
and didn’t care about painting her face with
globs of makeup to make herself more
artificially attractive.
She was much more than hot as hell for
a discerning man with the vision to see
the priceless unmatched treasures within her.
Bob Boyd