Your beauty is not what sets a thousand ships to sail,
It is the moon that controls the sea.
It is not the beauty some men struggle in vain against,
It is the wind that sings its serenades to the tree.

Your laughter is not what mothers record for family movies,
It is the sound angels play in heaven.
It is not what movie directors long for,
It is the motivation for the comedic profession.

Your heart is not made to be broken,
It's made to prove the existence of literary love.
Your love is not manufactured to please others,
You will always be so much more than enough.