Observation Poem by Matthew Lumley

I spotted you in a dull street, my heart
leapt,
I put my hand to the glass and peered at you.
You were a painted stone.
A painted stone,
and you could not fool your mother.

You were not born to dazzle,
As I’m sure she knew,
But it is no matter.
Forgive me,
My lips are cruel, cracked porcelain:
Let sapphires fill themselves with eyes and hearts.
You are solid and apparently beautiful,
Some say that’s worth more than hallmarked platinum
And certainly more useful.
There is–
A definite light shines on you,
Maybe,
You will make another man happy some day.