The twinkle in her eye,

is like the stars,

on a clear night.

The blush of her cheek,

is like pedals,

of a soft young rose.

The vibrance of her lips,

is like cherries,

freshly picked from the perfect tree.

The small sweetness of her nose,

is like a button,

on your favorite shirt.

The flutter of her lashes,

is like a butterfly,

flying for an adventure.

The pureness of her teeth,

is like snow,

sitting on the tips of mountains.

The gentle line of her brows,

is like a tail,

of a newborn kitten.

The damaged shimmer of her skin,

is still beautiful,

no matter what anyone says.



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