She thinks so poorly of herself—
she sees a beautiful girl standing not so far away
and wonders why God makes her appear different than the rests?
She walks with her head down—
turns away at the first sight of mirrors and windows
scared of her very own reflection.
She hasn’t the slightest idea—
I look at her with adornment and wonder
that my only wish is to let her know;
her beauty surpasses those that she walks by
her soul, the purest of all.