Beauty.

Beauty.

A Poem by Dcael

A pretty face,
He said,
Is easy to find,
There are a sea of pretty faces,
Waiting to be found,
But looks fade,
Wrinkles grow,
And time takes over.
A beautiful mind,
He said,
Pointing to the girl,
Sat alone,
Is one who is deep in thought,
Who intrigues,
And seduces through intelligence.
That girl over there,
He said,
Is flawless,
Because half her beauty is her brain,
And she doesn’t even know it.






© 2019 Dcael


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It was always the quiet ones you had to watch, wasn't it? I never used to think that half a woman's beauty is her brain...but I do now.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Dcael

2 Years Ago

I’ve just revisited my profile! It is indeed the quiet ones with the most beauty.

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