Ethereal Reflections: A poem of her

She is beautiful, not because her face is pretty, and her smile is like a glowing sun.
Not because you’ll look into her eyes and a (love) story begins.
She is beautiful because of her mind.
She has been through so much pain and is still kind.

When she talks about books, her eyes glitter like gold,
Like a fictional tale, never born, never gets old.
She is so beautiful that even my poems can't capture her essence.
In the presence of her beauty, my poem has become obsolescent.

She loves poetry, she reads the stars and she knows the skies,
An immaculate soul; Once seen but never found her twice.

She is beautiful in what you can not see.
Her beauty resides within the love she gives.
I wrote this poem, so I can make her beauty free, beyond the bounds where our eyes can see.

She is beautiful and I can be a fool.
Now, look in the mirror, and tell me!
Isn’t she beautiful?