The mistake of beauty
I know a pretty girl,
I know that now.
I know now she’s beautiful
but at first I missed it, somehow.
She has a kind of beauty
that comes from within.
It covers her all;
her graceful hands, her beautiful skin.
It’s not as obvious as night and day
and at first, you might miss the splendour,
but something in the way she denies herself
only makes me love her more.
Her sunny smile brightens my darkest days.