She is Beautiful.

By Shanmukha Vitta

She is beautiful, 

but not like those girls in magazines,

She is beautiful, 

for the way she thinks.

She's a paradox, a contradiction, a complex web of emotions and thoughts,

Thoughts so beautiful, turns any monster into human.

But she's also a human being, 

with all the beauty and flaws that came with it.

She is beautiful, 

for the sparkle in her eyes, when she sees ice cream, 

when she looks at me under the moonlight.

For her eyes scream brown on the rays of sun,

She is beautiful.

She is beautiful, for her ability

to make other people smile, even if she was sad,

For all the times she cried in silence,

And stayed the strongest person I ever will know,

She is beautiful,

For the way she loves, oh my, my,

Such a blessing, what could have I possibly done?

When she asks, "How do you bear me?", love,

Forget bearing you, I feel so light when I'm with you,

my heart yells.

She is beautiful,

No, she isn't beautiful for something

as temporary as her looks.

Her beauty comes from within, 

It's not just skin deep.

By Shanmukha Vitta