I see in her darkest moments.
In the moments where her eyes are dark, cloudy and grey, I see beauty.
There is beauty in the way her bottom lip quivers when she cries.
There is beauty in every arch and lovely crevice.
I wonder what scars lie beneath those beautiful shapely figures.
Can I mend them?..
There is beauty in the way she walks, talks.
Each word a melodic tune.
From the arch of her back, to the pointing of her toes, she is beauty.