Beautiful, deep, emerald green eyes
more attractive than the morning sunrise
beautiful, silky ginger orange hair
soft, clear skin with a complexion so fair
beautiful and delicate is her nose
her beauty is more than a blossomed rose
beautiful, lovely, her lips so devine
With teeth so white, that they shine
Perfection lies in her face
She is a girl full of grace
she seems like a powerful, loveable desire
but inside you dont feel her fire
you never see her many cries
you never felt her wishes to die
she might be seen as a beautiful work of art
but you never seen her broken heart
in her life there is not a bliss
that is just the way she is
beauty does not mean a life full of joy
because beauty stops at one point
[[this is another old poem of mines that i found in one of my books]]
