Where does my beauty live?
Is it in the lovely smile that graces my face,
Or in my delicate hands that always try to give?
Where does my beauty begin?
Is it the wavy black tresses that lay so silky down my back,
Or the sparkle in my eye that shines forth from deep within?
Where does my beauty reside?
Is it in my voluptuous figure so pleasing to the eye,
Or in my selfless, giving nature so eager to provide?
Where does my beauty come from?
Is it the romantic poems I write of lovers past,
Or is it my vulnerable heart, that so tenderly succumbs?
(This was written for a contest where I had to write a rhyme expressing my own feelings about what I feel is beautiful in myself…It was a challenge as I am a rather modest gal…Outward beauty diminishes with time, but inner beauty lasts a lifetime.)