Simple Beauty

Fine blown glass around your wrist and peacock feather earrings. Pasty pink upon your lips which match the shoes you're wearing. Skin sun-soaked in a tanning bed and nails painted "Passionate Pink" validate you inside your head, but haven't you stopped to think: The sun isn't dripping with diamonds but we love it all the same and the moon can't contribute to a fashion show but everyone knows her name The sea calms us with its simple waves and we sleep on rafts for hours A field full of mere dandelion weeds, from my view, are elegant flowers. And you, my dear, golden, gussied-up girl have the character people dream of. You never hold back your caring soul to the ones who are desperate in need of. You smile with those who are happy in kind and cry with those in lamentation I reckon if you would count on THIS beauty you'd be dazzling beyond imagination.