Beautiful
It's not the piercing blue eyes
Nor the pouty mouth
Not the nearly unblemished skin.
It's not the long arms
Nor the lean legs
Not the color that she's in.
It's not the flawless nails
Nor the styled do
Not the perfect makeup she's got on,
But rather,
Her beauty is reflected in
The wonders of her intelligent brain
Her voice, rich and kind
The way she laughs so heartily
Leaving the tears so far behind.
You guess that while you're at it
You could include everything else you see
Like the way she carries herself confidently
Dressed daily to a tee.
You suppose her shining eyes
Her smiling mouth
That wonderfully soft, warm skin
Her arms wrapped around your neck
Her legs round your hips
The color of her shirt
The effort on her nails
Her rich cascading locks
The tones that bring out her features….
They all got to count for something.
You mean, she's beautiful after all.
(and you love her!)