BEAUTY by Tichie💕



Beauty! Beauty!!

Is it the eyes?
Is it the nose?
Is it the ears?
Is it the mouth?
To experience true beauty,
Eyes! Look beyond make-up and fine abs
Nose! Smell beyond the perfume
Ears! Listen beyond the compliments of others
Oh ye mouth! Taste beyond sweet plump lips

Oh mankind! for Truly beauty is in THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER.


   -Tichie💕

Author's Details:
Ig: o_gozie
Twitter: @Tichie_918
Email: gozieonyenankeya@gmail.com

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