Beauty without a flaw is a flaw within itself.
As the bright yellow sun
shines its golden rays
on the gleaming field of gold,
I lift my face to the
beautiful pale blue sky.
My eyes then wander
down to the
grass so luscious in color
it looks artificial.
I set my pinned-up hair free
so that it can blow in the wind, and
a gentle breeze sweeps it off my face;
I now know
the true meaning of the word
“Beautiful” is not blonde hair and blue eyes.
It is the beauty within,
the beauty you can hear and feel
in the presence of the person you love.
“Beauty” is not fake, nor perfect.
Beauty is the kindest girl;
the tiniest, most fragile God-made creature.
Beautiful is what I’m feeling and seeing