Beauty

A glowing sun was her face,

But nonetheless a disgrace,

Because she never loved it,

Even with the amazing wit.

Dark place was where she survived,

She thought she was beauty deprived,

But she couldn't gaze in to my soul

And see herself,

I promised to make her whole,

Make her love herself.

And now she smiles like morning dew,

Gentle and fading away night's blue.

She knows she is bright,

Like the rays of morning light.

Beauty embedded in her heart she knows,

Just like a pure art she grows.