Call her Beautiful for not just what exists on her body but what exists in her mind,

Because if the world went blind, then how would one find the true beauty hidden deep within mankind?

entwined in her beauty are secrets,
needless to say but their deepness conveys,
the gateway to her sadness.

searching deep within the vastness of her mind, leaving behind all that confines, which oftentimes prevents her from making that climb,
to the sublime happiness,
that would last her a lifetime.

that climb would prove to be the beginning of a new time,
where sadness was no longer common in her frame of mind.

Never again would she sink that low, she would grow,
Watering the meadow she called her mind,
leaving behind all the the notions that stalled her prevailing motions.

No longer was she affixed to her deep thoughts,
she untied the knots
of her past,

taking off the cast of adversities that she had worn for so many years.