The dulcet tones of your speech, as you singsong through
the morning, dancing in spirit if not in movement,
the sunlight playing across your face.
The certainty, almost fierceness of your movements
as you plow through the inevitable problems
that pile up throughout the day, resolute.
The laughter flashing behind your eyes, ready to break
out in a radiant smile at any moment of amusement
as a fleeting reflection of the wit within.
These and all the other little foibles
reveal the beauty within
few recognize.