Piece of Art

She wasn't beautiful by society's standards.

Her teeth weren't perfectly aligned;

Her hair was tied up in a messy bun,

Held in place by a color pencil.

Freckles decorated her skin

Like the way the stars decorated the sky.

But her smile made my heart skip a beat.

Each freckle was a kiss from the sun,

And she smelled of vanilla and the rain.

Maybe she wasn't even pretty,

But she was like a piece of art;

And art isn't supposed to be pretty,

It's supposed to make you feel something.

And she did exactly that.