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Beauty,
What a mysterious aura that everyone seeks,
They say those stars on the t.v. have it,
I wouldn’t know,
They all look the same to me.
But she’s got beauty,
She doesn’t like to show it.
She doesn’t like to be weak,
But when you see her smile,
You know it in your heart.
She’s beautiful.
Not the typical beautiful,
Perhaps not even Botticelli beautiful,
But yet it seeps from every pore.
When she smiles,
The dawn’s silent pastel rays come shining through,
When she laughs,
Bluebells dance in the wind to some forgotten faery song,
When she’s thinking,
Her lips take a mischievous quirk,
No matter where her mind is at,
She’s beautiful.
Rough, jagged at the edges even.
She’s been hurt too many times.
But if you can get past the façade she lets the world see,
She’s sweet,
Playful,
Adorable,
Honest,
Loving,
Amazing,
Wonderful,
Quirky,
Fun,
Silly,
Erotic,
Shy,
Loud,
Forthright,
Generous,
Unique



She’s beautiful.