Beauty
The gingery dawn of a blissful day
Highlights the silent beauty in an otherwise
dishevelled hair.
And those eyes, yes, those eyes,
Lost in her innocence whenever
she smiles;
Anesthesia for the downtrodden,
the weak of physique, and spirits broken.
As if with the gentlest of touch, that smile
can soothe the greatest of pain
Even for a little while.
Miraculous it is that in a moment with such
The sickly heart flutters reminded of hope
and enlivened with love,
That thenceforth hers shall be the norm
by which Beauty be measured,
And with it jealousy that only once before,
to Psyche, was rendered.
Copyright © Robert Uy | Year Posted 2012
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