Her nails aren’t manicured and skin has lost the grace
unlike figures in glossy Mag, time had marked its pace,
but in dark lonely nights, when she embraces you tight,
subtle warmth gently reveals, beauty hidden inside.

Neither he’s the poster boy, splashed across Page 3,
With dazzling Golden boot or Mercedes  SUV,
but when unknown chasm, secretively schemes ,
his strong arms will forever, fight for your dreams.

The fingers entwined, through shadowed maze,
or face of your smile, shinning behind the  greys,
is  an image reflected, by moments afar,
The reason of your life, the real superstars.