I saw a beauty of a different type.
She had blond hair parted with streaks of brown,
To fit her slender curves, a matching gown,
Her beauty defies the stereotype.

Her beauty lied under that lock of hair,
She was helping someone understand math.
Thus even more beautiful ─ her heart's path,
For she was truly someone who would care.

A caring heart with a beautiful mind,
Only matched by a beautiful body,
I gave her a flower I had designed,
And a short note to not be too wordy.

"Roses might be red, violets might be blue,
But nothing is more beautiful than you."