Beauty is the pure wind,
Blowing on your face.
Kissing your true love,
And feeling their embrace.
Beauty is a child's first steps,
As they giggle along.
To stop fighting with a friend,
Admitting you're both wrong.
Beauty is a happy smile,
For really no reason.
Your perfect day,
During your favorite season.
Beauty is watching a sunrise,
Enjoying the yellowish glow.
Or being proud,
After a big show.
Beauty is not being skinny,
And perfect, with makeup off the shelf,
Beauty is being good,
And happy with you, as yourself.
Blowing on your face.
Kissing your true love,
And feeling their embrace.
Beauty is a child's first steps,
As they giggle along.
To stop fighting with a friend,
Admitting you're both wrong.
Beauty is a happy smile,
For really no reason.
Your perfect day,
During your favorite season.
Beauty is watching a sunrise,
Enjoying the yellowish glow.
Or being proud,
After a big show.
Beauty is not being skinny,
And perfect, with makeup off the shelf,
Beauty is being good,
And happy with you, as yourself.




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