Glasses

I think back on the lovers I've had
some of God's most gorgeous creatures
tall, hard, and handsome
with model facial features
perfect hair and almond-shaped eyes
dark, rich, and smooth
like Starbucks slow-roast coffee
for a winter night, they soothe.

Some older, some younger
blonde with blue, or brown with green
high cheekbones, big feet, strong hands
long fingers play my piano serene
men that other women
fall over themselves to stand before
only to be overlooked because
the focus was set into my core

but I've come to love the ugly duckling
with swans around galore
changing views with age, I guess,
when eyes don't work so well no more

true beauty for me now is lore...
glasses, the heart, never wore.