Beauty, we're told, is in the eyes of the beholder.
Some men like their girls tall, others with blue hair,
while some like ample bosoms and long legs.
I haven't any objections to either, however
the love of my life is simply the most beautiful to me
for she never complains no matter how stupid I be;
allowing me freedom to speak my mind even if wrong,
Her capacity to forgive is great because of what she forgets.
She gives me a boost when needed and never puts me down.
Her loyalty to me is as deep as her devotion is to God
reflected in a selflessness emulating His son's love,
who gave His all for each of us, yet still has love for me.
When she smiles, which seems always, I accept it personally
because it radiates humility, and a dash of elegance
of which any man would love to have swing on his arm
as they add to his confidence, assuredness, and self-worth.
Her radiance is like a Breck girl who reflects a moral poise
knowing right is might, and wrong is for the weak of heart,
of which she is not, as she tries to be all she can for Him
as much, if not more, than me, and that is why I find she is...
the most beautiful girl in the world 2me.