You’re the gleaming sunlight,
Through the half discovered window,
Upon the hazy summer morning.
You’re the glimpse beyond his lustful eyes,
When he observes and admires,
The beauty her smile unconfidently holds.
You’re the worth of words of wonder,
As when the little girl you once were,
Cherished her parents every movement.
You’re the genuine laughter,
That sparks right beneath your belly,
Leaving your muscles aching from joy not forced upon.
You’re the glamorous little black dress,
You use to protest your edges,
Reflecting your beauty for hindering eyes.
You are allowed to float through happiness,
Life’s natural features,
That are supplied around you in and out.
The fooling of the haze,
Should not blind the glimmer of hope,
Into that the smile isn’t worthy and the laughter not quite loud enough.