Beautiful women deny their beauty.
she denies that the sky is blue —
she denies the warmth of her presence
she thinks that it might not be true that we will all die someday —
she thinks that it is a lie when you compliment her smile
she is surprised when you tell her she is beautiful —
she is surprised at every natural fact in life
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‘you’re just saying that’
‘but I really did nothing’
but when I look at you, I praise your Creator in heaven.
don’t take it from me,
take it from God’s majesty.
it is true
the He has given you
the heart — that you have chosen to nurture and polish and fill with love
the brain — that you have chosen to sharpen and put to use
the body — that you have chosen to adorn with smiles and good actions
we will admit
the voice,
the eyes,
all other natural beauty
was none of your doing
so let us appreciate you as we appreciate the sun or the stars
as a Divine creation
and direct all praise to Him
especially seeing as you don’t want it.
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she can throw a handful of leaves in argument:
that the beauty we see in others is a reflection of ourselves
(deflect)
but it will be thrown right back at her
as the leaves separate and fall as soon as they leave her hand
back and forth, back and forth
beautiful women fight frivolously
(part humble, part shame)
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and of course,
Allah remains
above the heavens and the earth
as one part of a hundred
of mercy and goodness sees itself manifesting yet another day
in the admiration between hearts and eyes
on His full and beautiful earth.
