I see you crying, a mercury self reflector clutched in your hand. It shows your flaws to you and you cry even more. As you cry the silvery clouds shed acidic tears with thundered roars. Leaves and flowers shake in grief. Your salinity is so precious belle. Why shed them? When you cry I cry. You haven't seen yourself in my eyes.
The smile that dazzles the universe. Chocolate-brown satin like tresses brush your sun-kissed cheeks. Your eyes are divine. Caramel reminds me of your smooth skin. Symphonic nature that echoes goodness. You are a writer's dream, a maker's master-piece. You are an unfinished picture yet to be coloured and I know a fine artist will put all the missing shades in you and make you complete one day.
Take a glimpse at that mirror now and you will know you are an epitome of a true beauté.
Author's Note: Written for a dear friend who thinks she is not beautiful like other girls.
