Beautiful
What is true beauty?
Is it something that everyone can see,
Something in plain view?
Or is it something deeper,
Something for which
One must search?
Or is it different for everyone,
Easily distinguished to some,
Yet difficult to find for others?
I know what it means to me.
To me, a beautiful person
Takes away my breath
And makes my heart skip a beat or two.
A beautiful person is always on my mind,
Simply because I like to keep her there
A beautiful person is like a fresh breath of air
In an atmosphere of stagnance.
A beautiful person
Makes me want to improve myself as a person
Just so that I might someday be able to measure up
To her own divinity.
A beautiful person
Cares for me, not taking into account my own imperfections
Just because she has none.
A beautiful person heightens the spirits of those around her,
Enlightening and inspiring everyone who is near her,
Everyone who is lucky enough to have been touched by someone who is beautiful.
A beautiful person has her own special place in my heart,
A place that will always be hers to call home,
No matter what.
Because I would never turn away someone
Who is beautiful.
A beautiful person is someone who has
A little bit of everything,
But is more than willing to share her gifts with those
Who are not as fortunate.
She does not hold in spite those who are not on her level
But instead embraces them,
As she did me,
And, in my eyes,
That makes her beautiful.
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