Secrete Beauty

Written by: Albert Ahearn

She was not blessed with comely grace, spurned and shunned by cupids arrows because of her displeasing face and breasts like kneecaps on a sparrow. Her scrawny frame one could infer if dressed in red and eyed sideways she’d mimic a thermometer; no outward grace to be displayed. Her real beauty was deep inside hidden behind two large, brown eyes where a beautiful soul resides eternally and undisguised. Beauty is a skin-deep grace it’s just a temporary thing: a short-term asset on a face that fades away like this years spring.