Yet, she was unaware of how beautiful she was
Until she saw her reflection
In my eyes
I didn't see the scars of age
I saw her eyes shimmering with grace
I didn't find any grey tresess
I found them dyed
With experience
It wasn't her features
Nor her feminine curves
It was only her
The luster of peace
The aura of elegance
Which she radiated
In her solitary existence
She was beautifully framed
In my heart.
©LR
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