Beauty

This may sound romantic but its not.

         She sat, completely absorbed in what she was doing. Her movements were slow, deliberate, graceful. The ribbon in her hand was being coaxed into a beautiful rose. The silky material looked so foreign in her calloused hands. Her short brown hair framed her face as the sun gently caressed it. A touch of pink softly highlighted her cheeks. Tiny freckles dotted a small nose. Her lips, a perfect shade of natural pink, were pursed with concentration. Her eyes, a deep, dark brown, were fixated on her hands. They were soft but stubborn, intense and mysterious, as if they were hiding a serious secret. All this combined to form such beauty that one couldn't help but stare in wonder at the lovely angel before them.