BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
It’s not in the way that she carries herself
Nor in the way that she dresses
Or the clothes that she wears
It’s not in any way that she has her hair
Be it orange, green, purple or blue
Tied up in a French knot
Or blowing in the breeze,
So wild
So free
Without any
care
It’s not in the artwork that adorns her body
Or the jewels that she wears
They are just an embodiment,
A part of her cares.
The real beauty is in her eyes
That speaks volume for all to see
They are the windows to her soul
Where her love for others resides
So deep, so true, so real that cannot be denied,
The fire and the passion that no one can deny her
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
21st March 2016
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