“Your admiration runs deeper?”
It is only of your making,
The qualities are in your head.
All I see are scars,
A broken arrow through heart.
It is dirty, it is malign.
Keep away or it might kill.
What do you seek from it?
Get it, do not be so still.
For the beholder has spoken,
He seeks nothing…
But a moment of revelation…
Of things beyond the forsaken.
Oh, if you could feel..
The mesmerising depth
The strong will…
That has me enchanted.
The arrow is broken.
That is what it shows.
The heart is alive.
That is all she owns.
Ugly is what is hidden.
Beauty is out in the open.
It has me emboldened
To restore, to mend the fallen.
No one sees what you see.
To like things this way,
To find beauty every where,
There must be good in thee.
“Your admiration runs deeper, indeed!”
Insach 
Nice… good poem..
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