This girl, I know
She believes she's ordinary
But she's oblivious
She doesn't know she's a masterpiece
No poem described her better
No words to describe the magic she was
Her scent is intoxicating
When the wind plays with her locks
And the sun kisses her marble like skin
She does not realise how hypnotic it is
Every inch of her existence is phenomenal
She moves so delicately
Like she holds the stars within the back of her hand
But she's just like that delicate and fragile
But beautiful and complete perfection
She feels like that one page of the book,
that never fails to amaze us.
She's the epitome of beauty
All the way from the outside to the deepest core of her soul
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