Hours, invested in front of the mirror-
Masquerading traces of imperfection.
Artistically designing an ideal 'beautiful'
Subjecting God's product to correction.

Stepped forward a mere lady. Modified-
And strolled away in a goddess' shoes.
You are picture perfect; ideal, just right,
But still lacking divinity's perfect hues.

Your foundation's more rare than most;
Down to earth as if curved out of dirt.
Your inner person's a wonder of nature.
Your unique body language, foreign; curt.

You would never have to alter your looks-
If my hazel eyes were to be your mirror.
Because through them, you would see-
How your positives are much more clearer.

The way your smile stretches on your face;
The tight grip of truth in your soft voice;
The way your body says 'art from heaven;'
The way I stare like my eyes have no choice.

Not the most flashy of earth's accessories,
But still captures the attention of my heart.
Not various items of weighty price tags,
Your beauty is more of God's internal art.

I love every touch of God's image on you;
Dark fair skin, wide hips and daring eyes.
Sweet lips, your nose, chin; your everything.
That's the makeup which money never buys.

I love your makeup. For it is neither worn-
Nor victim of the winds of time and change.
I love your makeup cuz you can wake in it-
And its not so much as to make you strange.

Not mascara, face powder or eye shadow.
Your makeup doesn't enhance your beauty.
I love your makeup cuz come what may-
Your makeup is the you my heart will see.

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