Beautiful

She was beautiful.

She was beautiful for the way her eyes sparkled and shone

Like thousands of fireflies lay beneath, dancing to a tune only she could hear.

The crinkles that accompanied her long. dark lashes

And the freckle that sat so perfectly onside.

The dimples that broke through the blush of her cheeks

And a perfect smile that lit every room.

She was beautiful when she wrote

Her brow furrowed in concentration as

She paused over metaphors and picked over the prose.

Pages of thoughts that spilled from her soul

And tumbled to paper like petals from a rose .

She was beautiful when she read

Lost in fiction of tales long forgotten

Engrossed in the images of white knights on horses

Of romances that spoke to her hearts desires

You could watch her forget where she was, for a second,

Then return to the now with a sad sort of smile.

She was beautiful when she slept

Hair splayed out over the pillow, lips gently parted

Enveloped by darkness as she lay curled in a ball.

Comforted by dreams that offered her endless adventures

To faraway lands.

But threatened by nightmares, tossing and turning her

Like a ship on high , tumultous seas.

She was beautfiul when she cried

Crystaline tears that pooled on her lashes

Escaping in rivers that caress the dimples and

Drop to the ground like the last falls of rain.

Heart wrenching sobs that catch in her throat

As the smile you adore is no longer a feature

But replaced by the pain of sadness.

She was beautiful and she never even knew.