I'm desparate for that girl, She's slumbering I know For my heart had turn cold. She's a girl who sees Through crystal clear eyes, She discerns the black from the white Even what's in between the intersecting line. She serves because she's loved She doesn't please others to quench her thirst. I'm trying to wake her up I need that girl in me. The beauty I seek That radiates love with ever heartbeat.
Inner beauty is the best kind of beautiful. But for most of us it's in a dormant state.