Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.

"Something’s gotta give, it may as well be our fingers…touch me, until my ribs become piano keys.
You can find music in places where you cannot find air.
But you once told me we are most alive in that split second before death. So I call ugly a four letter word and tell you I am tired of hearing myself swear. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, you hold me so well that I am almost convinced that smoke in the mirror may some day disappear."