She wore a yellow dress that flattered her figure
Her smile was real and gorgeous
Everybody she walked pass took a second glance
Just to make sure she was real.


She could have been a beauty queen
Her looks could have earned her crores
Surely she knows that
She must have heard a hundred times how beautiful she was.


But that wasn't enough for her
She wanted more, worked hard for it.
All her spare time went into it
The one compliment that would really mean something to her.


She walked into the small dark room
Greeted the old man sitting there
He sounded pleased to have her by his side
She was here, she would take care of his needs.


He couldn't see for he was blind but he could hear
Her encouragements, her soft voice
He could feel the love she had for everybody
There at the nursing home.


Today, he told her
That he thought she was the most beautiful woman ever
He couldn't see her with his eyes
But she had a beauty he could feel.


She finally got what she wanted
Somebody who really saw her.


Note : I wrote this several years ago, and in retrospection, I think I could have portrayed the "old man" who was blind more positively by not emphasizing just on his blindness and supposed helplessness.