She thought that she was without beauty,
Like a candle devoid of a spark,
So she set her feelings on fire,
And prayed that it would be her salvation.
She was like a river that had run dry,
So she filled those cracks with the sweet sound of her laughter,
And a flood of tears that would cascade down her cheeks.
She felt that there was no beauty within her.
Beauty is the stardust that dances in her soul,
And the stars that live in her eyes,
For she is all light and wonder.