Constellations That Spell Out Beauty

Beauty isn't perfection

It isn't when you look like a model

For a fancy brand;

It is rooted in your heart,

Golden sprouts peaking from the glands,

Little silver blossoms opening,

Proudly standing tall,

Not fearing if a petal's crooked,

Or the stem's oddly curved,

Glistening from dew drops,

Excess bits of the soul

That sparkle from purity.

Characteristics

Are stars,

Connecting to one another

In order to map constellations,

Together becoming more significant,

Together glowing brighter,

Eventually beaming so brilliant

The light leaks through your skin,

Transforming your outside into a replica

Of who you are inside,

And that

Is beauty.