Her beauty will strike you first
She’ll never see it;
Appreciation of her own aesthetics
Beaten from her by life.
All that’s left is insecurity
(A fragile feeling of hope –
that perhaps she is
As gorgeous as she’s told)
And at the same time,
Mild disdain for those
Who can’t see beyond ‘skin-deep’.
Her eyes are like Tinkerbell’s,
In colour and magic,
Her hair can be any colour of the rainbow.
She is an artist;
Sharing her soul with the world.
She is a wonder.
Her heart has its own orbit,
Anyone fortunate enough to be within it
Will be surrounded by a love which is
She loves much,
With an intensity which is rare.
She is hurt
And her presence in my world lifts my spirits;
Evokes Feels I thought myself incapable of.
She is my soul’s twin.
My 1000Mile heart.
A beautiful, simple prompt today – to write about one of our favourites, as a paragraph of prose, and break it into a poem. Delightful. Wonderful. Loved it. Find out more about her over at her blog, HastyWords.