The Makeup of Her Soul
My favorite makeup is her smile,
the lip gloss of a soul at ease,
mascara of her grace and style,
the rouge of blushing when I tease.
My favorite jewelry: her eyes,
gold flecks in starburst bright design,
diamonds of silvered moonlight rise
as they gaze deeply into mine.
The beauty marks I love the best
are those that deep within her dwell:
intelligence; a sense of jest;
and faith, her robust citadel.
Her love is that accessory
that ties together all she'll wear,
with kindness her perfumed esprit
that woos me as it fills the air.
Her beauty comes not from a shelf
nor from a product humans made,
but deep within her winsome self -
a loveliness that does not fade.
Written 22 June 2022
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