A woman called me beautiful today.
It was nestled in a vein of intelligent discussion.
An embrace of humanities’ faults.
A woman called me beautiful today.
My disposition brightened.
And joy grew in my heart, like dandelions blooming in July.
A woman called me beautiful today.
My face dared to smile.
And my soul felt lightened.
A woman called me beautiful today.
Life seemed bright.
Hope forced itself into my brain.
A woman called me beautiful today.
A woman called me beautiful today.
Does she know what she hath wrought?
To shine a flashlight in the grotto?
A woman called me beautiful today.
And there was this weirdest feeling.
Like a mask had been torn off.
A woman called me beautiful today.
What hath she wrought?
Beautiful.
