Admirer

BEAUTIFUL BEING

Witnessed by all,

Missed by none,

Too beautiful in all

To be left by boys alone.

Like a good book,

Her I wish to hold

And have a lasting look

At invaluable gold.

She was made to be admired,

Such beauty can’t be smeared

By disturbances of sadness

Or turbulences of loneliness.

Who said beauty lies on the inside?

It dwells like paint on the outside,

Visible from all sides.

Beautiful is a cliché,

But her beauty embellishes cliché

With relevant meaning.