Once upon a time, I saw a beauty.
Straight brown hair held up in a ponytail,
Covering light tanned skin just as pretty.
The shape of the face I cannot detail.

But perhaps beauty was not in the face,
But rather it was making a statement,
Which would make that day a very sad case
Because I never gave this compliment.

Today I saw a beauty just as fair,
Smiling with radiant eyes of delight,
Twirling in the air that light wavy hair.
I got a napkin and what did I write?

Made a flower trying to be blissful,
It said, "Because you define beautiful"