Cosmetic

These days you were too tired to smile,
your irises dull without light,
thick eyebags and downcast lines,
your skin rougher,
your lips paler,

but you looked at me with heed as kind,
and you didn't hide your telling eyes.

I've seen faces distorted with anger,
at someone, something,
at oneself, at life;
indifferent glances staying at nothing,
impatience cracking through painted smiles,

so take your time to pull through,
it is all right with me;

'cause there've been days when you were not beautiful,
but you never were ugly.