A sprinkle of beauty, to deny being pretty?, Sunned by His grace, shown in her ways, A drop of stubbornness, something I'd care less, Shy or humble, Resist what she's able, To make me rage seeing her diamond tears, To turn me blue as I see her suffer, To cure my heartache and my fears, To stun me as I gaze upon her, Though I've crestfallened hard enough, Will she realise what she's made of? Unsure of what my Lord had created, A curse...or a blessing which will never sate.
Most beauty are denied or not admitted.Maybe beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.But personally,I feel dissatisfied by this.