What Makes You Beautiful
Your eyes glisten along,
with the glimmers from the ocean.
A body full of spirit,
in pain not even a bit.
Old soul inside the damsel,
just how deep you feel.
Witnessed by your philosophy,
you’re the art of beauty.
An aesthetic embodiment,
must I build a monument?
With all ethereal portrait,
you still consider imperfect.
Believed that far from beauty,
your supremacy is silly.
And that makes you superior—
to be called ‘Venus’ is terror.
I admire how you are,
not to see the flower.
You’re bold essence,
never upset by your scene.
An irresistible pulchritude,
you have, how rude.
You belong in the secluded,
your charisma keeps tempted.
Even your trace disappears,
your soul still devours.
You refuse to be full,
and that makes you beautiful.
Innocent with your lure,
that makes you all pure.
I will continue to live,
all love for you I will give.
