Beauty
She with hair a raven black and eyes the make emeralds themselves fade from their bright green complexion in jealousy.
She with her fragrant skin of sunset auburn and luscious lips that can shame the reddest of the red roses.
Her face is among the most golden in the golden ratio.
Yet all this loveliness
Has not scorched her soul
For she feels no vanity
And does not know envy
Even with her heavenly looks
She is as kind as her face is beautiful.
She can see the truth behind another's eyes
She can feel another's pain and sorrow
But she can also bring them joy
She is even kind enough to love a beast
For she is Beauty
Carrington Sinclair