Why do we measure our first look love,
On faces we've seen only once?
Why do we fall in love with outer facades?
The answer may be simple;
"Beauty is the universal standard"

But it isn't,
And don't you dare try to refute me,
Because beauty is a euphoric little thing,
But it feels so foolish in the face of love,
Because in the end, what we love is who holds that beauty,
And the souls that were gifted such thing.

For we are all souls who inhabit vessels,
Suits of flesh, and blood, and bone,
If a monstrous soul were to have the face of
a deity,
Would you fall for it so easily?

In the end, beautiful souls leave their vessels,
Most pretty souls with golden hearts,
The world leaves behind people with plastic faces,
And hearts of coal and brittle iron.

We love every soul that comes to be,
Every soul is loved at least once,
No matter what their face may be.

(So why does humanity let love be decided by such small means?)