If beauty were to be describe for her, It's not just the make up she put on, Not just the lipstick she used. It's how she gets comfy before she sleeps, How she smiles to the little things, How her eyes would flicker to something she like. It was always about the small things that she does.
Like the sun, her beauty surpassed her even at her leaving. Always giving light to others, For she is kind. And in her arrival, She Brightens up someone's day. I thought I was helping the sun find out her beauty, Turns out, I'm mesmerised by her wisdom.