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To The Lady on the Train,

Should you ever believe that your beauty as dimmed from age, or grey, or wrinkles, or any other silly cosmetic excuse, I will be here to tell you emphatically that you are wrong.

Sure it is easy to see the scars and the blemishes on the skin.

And we fight them because we fight all the demons and doubts within.

So really it isn't the hair that we dyed or rolled down our sleeves so that our scars could hide.

It isn't these outer manifestations of the lives that we lived that are to be judged as the standard of ourselves that we give.

It's the inked that's been etched into our skin that lets our inner voice out and free to sing.

It's the tears rolling down cheeks and fists clenched in a rage that show to the world how our hearts are engaged.

Its the smiles and voices whispered or lifted in song that shout to the world that we are here and we are strong. 

I see all of these things in you and infinitely more. I see in you someone I adore.
So dear lady, when all's said and done it's not just your looks over which a heart's won.

You are beautiful and this is true. But there is so much more that beauty to you.

The Man in the Station