Cause beauty like that is hard to find

She is music, her tangles a rhythm, her curls a blend of chords from a violin,

Every step she takes is like a dance, a soft Spanish tune playing out in the background

And when she blinks, its like a butterfly fluttering its wings, a humming-bird, water falling off an icicle,but only silent,

cause her beauty, her beauty is silent, a drizzle at dawn where the first rays of light paint a rainbow on a velvet canvas,

but you never hear it until you look up towards the sky,

and her eyes twinkle of hope, like church bells on Christmas eve,

but the star at the top of the tree?

her smile,

she could make the grim reaper grin if she wanted to, put down his scythe and have tea in the afternoons,

cause she, she, is a silent music that lightens the darkness, fills the empty corners, a candlelight on an empty porch

but she is not beauty,

beauty is her,