A Tragically Beautiful Mind

A charming smile,
A chiseled face,
A figure of grace

We call the idol, “doll.”

A gentle spirit,
A thoughtful mind,
A heart that is kind

We call the virtue, “dull.”

The flowing gold hair,
The doe-like eyes
For her the heart sighs

We call the idol, “doll.”

The hands holding books.
The watchful eyes.
At her the heart sighs

We call the virtue, “dull.”

Petrarch says, “She ruled in beauty ‘ore this heart of mine.”
Shakespeare says, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.”

We call the idol, “doll.”
We call the virtue, “dull.”