She's beautiful
And I don't mean the kind of beauty where we judge your waist and breast size
I mean she's beautiful for the way she holds her head when the world is shutting down her brilliance
She's beautiful for the way her eyes sparkle when she has nothing to hide
She's even beautiful when her salty tears fall on pavement
Not no one will see her beauty the way I do.
The way when she wakes up and the first thing she does is let her hair down, and comb through it with her fingertips.
The way she will bring you to your knees with words
That's how she's beautiful
and how beautiful to me is she