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
