It's a gift to see beauty,
Inside and through the souls,
that do not know they are beautiful enough.
And it's a warmth embrace,
To know that you are gifted,
With such possibility to look,
Deep beneath those eyes,
For stories of hope , love , betrayal and Hardship
Which is always sported,
By a smile of confusion,
And enchantment of determination
Inside of those people even though,
Either you just admire and respect them,
Or love them unconditionally,
With no Bias because you have been there once
As Strong and proud striving for the good,
In the world filled with cruelty and hate.
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