Of all the ways I could describe how radiant are my friends it would be one of the three descriptors stating excellence none are considered to be the best instead there is a wide contrast between effects on my vision attraction placed to be considered.
Pixie seen would be the start upturned nose with freckles topped smile emblazoned, wide enough oh so cute would be the phrase these nymphs allure my roving eye I'll not complain in reticent just to know that God has graced the world with fairies near at hand.
Next would be the pretty ones sum of the whole becomes the lot not one feature or the other yet in the all I praise the world portrait painted by God's hand with water color or touch of oils each impressed on soft vellum charm of the whole becomes the promise.
Lastly are the ones I don't approach though it's not right, I'll admit a wall too high for me to cross the moat with surface that reflects gorgeous spilled from beauty's fold stop my heart, I've seen too much goddess come to walk the earth within my vision, a pure idol.
Now you've heard attraction's spread from cute to pretty and then beyond each as precious as the last beautiful as the final stop all these ways I could describe with so many friends I am blessed qualities in spectrum's glow displaying by those in my life.
A friend expressed disbelief and discomfort with others stating admiration of her beauty. I can relate, not that I have strains of beauty, but I am praised for some things. I slough off these for my own reasons. This makes my friend terribly normal, but still a beauty in her own way. The poem “How Radiant” is about the ways people can be attractive.