Poetry- What do you think of my poem?

Question:Here is a poem I wrote in my bordeom, tell me what you think ;)

A Malcontent’s view on Love

Blissful dreams and clever schemes,
Fill the human mind,
Nothing seems just like our dreams,
For love is truly blind.

Appearances are such interferences,
As we hope and pray,
Because of lust we foolishly trust,
In our shallow way,

That tedious emotion of extreme commotion,
Plucks at our heart's strings,
Unforgiving desire always ignites the fire,
From which our sorrow springs.

Vanity will always embrace humanity,
Personality doesn't mean ****,
For physical beauty is the booty,
The prize we seek to get.

Intelligence holds no relevance,
and neither does intimacy,
Charm and grace holds no place,
For those to blinded to see.

Resentment is the predicament,
For the dissatisfied,
Who think romance never gave them chance,
To feel such love inside.

While the foolish dream and players scheme,
The malcontent will detest,
The sad reality of superficiality,
That all hold in their breast.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Here is a poem I wrote in my bordeom, tell me what you think ;)

A Malcontent’s view on Love

Blissful dreams and clever schemes,
Fill the human mind,
Nothing seems just like our dreams,
For love is truly blind.

Appearances are such interferences,
As we hope and pray,
Because of lust we foolishly trust,
In our shallow way,

That tedious emotion of extreme commotion,
Plucks at our heart's strings,
Unforgiving desire always ignites the fire,
From which our sorrow springs.

Vanity will always embrace humanity,
Personality doesn't mean ****,
For physical beauty is the booty,
The prize we seek to get.

Intelligence holds no relevance,
and neither does intimacy,
Charm and grace holds no place,
For those to blinded to see.

Resentment is the predicament,
For the dissatisfied,
Who think romance never gave them chance,
To feel such love inside.

While the foolish dream and players scheme,
The malcontent will detest,
The sad reality of superficiality,
That all hold in their breast.

Most of the poetry posted on here is amatuerish at best, but this waas actually pretty good.

I especially liked the first and last stanza. Very well worded, good flow, and good meaning.

My only criticisms would be stanzas 4 and 5. Sometimes poetry's beauty lies in the curiosity of being indirect with your words. These two stanzas are direct and scream of self pity, which actually detracts from the poem. I would try to rewrite these two --- or just take them out, the poem reads real well without them.