She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way

Her hair is the color of a dew-shimmering sunflower field

And her eyes are the color of a raging sea

Her skin is as smooth and silky as a flower petal growing on a bud

And her fingerprint makes up the intricate lines of the first leaf growing on a hopeful tree

Her heart is warm like a 70 degree day

She goes with the flow like the wind blows west

And her soul dances with the twirling leaves in fall

Her compassion burns inside of her like the heat of the desert

And her empathy eliminates war

Her love has the power of a thousand waves crashing against a shore

Beautiful doesn’t always have to mean on the outside

So yes, she was beautiful, but in a different sort of way