They called my skin the color of chocolate,
A dimple that they could lose a penny in,
Long hair the wind sweeping their dreams,
Sparkling eyes like doors to the woman within.

They balked at my age when I smilingly answered,
Wondering if I bathe in the fountain of youth,
How is it that I kept it so alive and kicking,
So beautiful and strong, almost altering the truth.

"Let me breathe in your essence", someone said,
"I knew I would fall for you", someone else,
"Wait till you become an actress", as I boarded a train,
But you know, I wasn't really trapping hearts myself.

Don't get me wrong, I love the adulation,
But it might all fade as I get older,
I grew up to understand something very firmly though,
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.

I wanted to be loving, I wanted to be kind,
The wonderful kind that would make anyone kind,
She who embraces life, and wins against odds,
With all the power and beauty of her mind.

Wild dreams keep me on my toes every day,
From chasing butterflies to building empires,
A web of fantasies, that gets denser every moment,
Living life with all that my heart desires.

Thank you for calling me the color of chocolate,
Telling me that I look fetching, and all that admiring,
I will take all of it graciously,
And also become strong, loving and inspiring.