A delicately placed mole,
On a flushed and pretty cheek;
Each doughnut has a hole,
A fruit, delicious, reeks.
The star-like twinkle in
Eyes shadowed by ugly brows;
A beautiful soul hidden within
The cripple's body endowed.
The beautiful voice of the bird
Covered in ugly brown spots;
Its sweetness is so often heard,
But to it's looks none allot.
A grimy urchin's face
Covered in dirt and sweat,
But when the filth is erased
An adorable child is met.
"Beauty is on the inside"
Is a phrase so often heard,
But if only we'd look past our pride,
And realize the truth in the word.
"Beauty is imperfection"
Such truth not 'oft is found,
Yet we only show pretty affection
To those with perfection crowned.
On a flushed and pretty cheek;
Each doughnut has a hole,
A fruit, delicious, reeks.
The star-like twinkle in
Eyes shadowed by ugly brows;
A beautiful soul hidden within
The cripple's body endowed.
The beautiful voice of the bird
Covered in ugly brown spots;
Its sweetness is so often heard,
But to it's looks none allot.
A grimy urchin's face
Covered in dirt and sweat,
But when the filth is erased
An adorable child is met.
"Beauty is on the inside"
Is a phrase so often heard,
But if only we'd look past our pride,
And realize the truth in the word.
"Beauty is imperfection"
Such truth not 'oft is found,
Yet we only show pretty affection
To those with perfection crowned.
This is another bit of a walk down Memory Lane...probably one of the first ten I wrote. Not like it's such a great walk, seeing as I've just started last year... Enjoy?
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