I watch you brush your hair so gently
With one straight motion, from up to down
With every caress you tease my senses
As I look into your deep blue eyes
You twirl your fingers as you try to make up
Your mind above everything else
Why, that layer of rouge on your rosy cheeks
A radiant blossom on a winter night
You apply a swish of purple haze
With a glint of glitter on your skin
Together with the blackest black
Of your eyelashes; so perfectly thin
The reddest red of your lips so moist
Makes me feel like I want to kiss them
So tempting, playful, fascinating
A dazzling sight for wanting eyes
And as you add another finishing touch
Stroke by stroke; you fail to realize
That beauty’s not defined by what you just made up
But lies in the eyes of the beholder.
Photo credit wallsave.com, edited by Mihir Kamat
Master Of Disaster 
A beautiful text. Beautiful feelings for a beautiful girl (we haven’t seen her, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the beholder describes her very well…)