She never thought she was beautiful…although she hoped to be…some day…
and then she met a person…who made her feel that way.
Who loves nothing more than to sit together and hold her hand in his.
Who tells her every day…how beautiful she is.
And her self doubt and uncertainty slowly faded away
as she started to feel beautiful…a little more…each day.
And the world around her became more beautiful…and everything seemed blessed
once love helped her discover the beauty she possessed.
As they sat together one day…he whispered in her ear
how everything in life is more beautiful…
more beautiful with her here.
And she thought how magical is love…
as she placed her hand in his…
for helping her discover
how beautiful she is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem