Beauty Is

Her profile’s not a perfect silhouette, she bares no shapely leg or heaving breast; the voice not of a nightingale coquette enslaving countless men it has impressed. She cannot hover like a bird in flight nor even glide with poise across the floor; she will not set a lusting world alight where men are beating pathways to her door. But she’s a lovely lady none the less, the winning smile within her eyes one part; a bubbly nature flowing to excess shares love and joy that overfills her heart. Felicitous affection thus belies the notion--beauty's pleasing to the eyes.