The Beauty Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

The beauty
When the sun rise the beauty the world becomes.
When she sneer the more magnificence she become
I see the cheerful colours through the human.
The complexion of a yellow bone.
I perceive I persisted, I sentinel then
I forgot the time in my watch

Its initiates where it’s started from eyes to heart.
No suspicions about it.
Usually the beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but,
this time, is in the eye of the world
To me she is the one who supply with the beauty
to other girls.

Beauty in and outside.
Shakespeare would say, 'She teaches the torches to burn bright'
Respective and intelligence.
Independent and supportive.
Helpful and useful
Nice to watch her coming
and leaving indeed.
The lips that's looks like they never swear
The eyes that never judge.
The walk that never wrong turn.
The voice that never deceptions.
The heart that never detestation,
But the beauty that never vacillate.