Upside Down

She was beautiful like the night, not the kind of 10:30 at night, the 4:30 in the morning kind of night. The way her dark hair traced her face, and fell behind her back in long small waves, or the way her piercing blue eyes sparkled like the stars when morning approaches. She was as colorful as day, when you just wake up and there is dew on the grass, and a crisp smell of nature in the air. The type of morning before the hustle and bustle of the streets, before everyone wakes up. The way she makes people smile with her constant generosity and kindness towards others. Lighting up the room with the smile that always seems to paint her face in the most beautiful way, the way that when you saw it you can't help but smile with her. So gentle to everyone, everyone except herself.