Beautiful Poem by Bryan Lunsford

She's beautiful as beautiful gets,
As the nature of her beauty is the beauty of nature's equivalence,
With every movement-she's special and different to no ends,
Yet, to her, her being beautiful is anything other than common sense,
With scars sliced up and down her arms and wrist,
It's evidence this beauty has cried, has wondered, and reminisced,
As it's evident, she's tried, has stumbled, and even wished,
Someone would take her beauty for what it really is-
And see the most beautiful woman that has ever lived