The Last Girl I Called Beautiful Poem by Matthew Holloway

She was too beautiful to my eye
That scarce I did not see
She could not be who I wished
Who I longed her to be
She would not feel as I hoped
It became a matter of fact
Which dismayed my dreams
Which took my heart
And beat it senseless
Sill I see her as beautiful
Some things will never change
Old dogs and new tricks
No we cannot be taught
Alas my heart was once young
And believed in love so fluidly
That it flowed like a river
Now a trickling stream
The water is still soothing
Upon it I still feed
The last girl I called beautiful
Turned away
And said nothing to me