the essence of - beauty

The wind blew fast, hair long curly. 

the man of her dreams loved the way she would smile.

she was beautiful as can be.

it was hard for her to be mad at him. the way she would

smile was his morning refresher. coffee he never needed.

she always got more beautiful ever time she would smile.

the essence of - beauty.

 - relationship goals 

This poem is about: 
Me

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