I Sort Beauty, Until I Found Her
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she looked at me
True beauty is in her eyes
Her eyes melted my heart
Oh.. how she made my heart settle
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she was herself to me
True beauty means no pretence
Her natural self made me see beauty in her
Oh.. how she exposed a beautiful heart
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she accepted me
True beauty means true love
Her acts of love made me see love in her
Oh.. how she proved a lovely companion
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she talked about our future
True beauty means graceful talk
Her character showed a lady of grace
Oh.. how she'll be my child's graceful mother
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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