Tender sunshine as it shines and brightens Spreads like lacquer and enlightens The soul of a lass so depressed and sad Once again fills with thoughts of the lad. All this what she felt was really bad, Was the reason why she was going mad.
Her friends who tried to make her smile, Now truly believed that she was fragile. Thoughts flow like river water, She tries to hide her feelings, which she has to slaughter.
Who really cares if she sits and cries? She is believed to be foolish and sickly who does not realize her price. Almost the gem of a person is she Beauty she does not possess frankly.
But then she asks, 'What do you define beauty as? Is it just the outer show, Which many girls have?'
True beauty comes from within, There is beauty in everything Rare are those who view this charm, Others are carried away by charisma and chasm.
The beholder who cares for this virtue, Is actually the most beautiful person, Who is best suited for you.
