Her Beauty was rare
in an unconventional way,
Her hair did not shine
like the rays of the sun,
Her eyes did not enthrall,
and Her smile was crooked,
but, alas, She lived and breathed
She talked too much,
laughed too loud,
and made a fool of Herself.
But She was loved-
loved for Her daring,
humor, and compassion.
She was Beautiful for
the mischievous twinkle
in Her eye,
the sincerity in Her smile.
She laughed despite
the pain She felt inside.
She lived life to the
And She was loved,
not for her Beauty,
but for Her Beautiful soul.

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