Lickerish eyes would turn when she walked, she got all the attention she could ever want and even got the attention she dint want. Every one wanted a piece of the beautiful art, so she got proposals, from the rich and the poor, the old and the young, the single and married, the tall and the short, the powerful and the weak.
Although she would sometimes bask in the luxury of having anything she desired at the snap of her finger and sometimes take into consideration a proposal when loneliness struck, she saw the would, yet the world never saw her, she was a mare prized jewel to any man who held her in his arm. So she world coil into her room and sob herself to sleep, she was beautiful yet she would never be seen past her beauty. She would never find true love simply cos she found it, she would always be loved simply cos she was perfect to the eyes. if she had a scar or her figure disappeared she would not be so appealing to her suitors.
So one day, as she sobbed in solitude, a thought danced into her head, and she took it.
She walks into the room with confidences, her eyes imposing and fearful, she was smart and tough, she was smart and competitive, she was also pretty enough to get a few glance. Men would look at her and think, she is definitely a time bomb not to mess with, so she got proposals from men who only wanted some thing serious.
She is a wife and a mother, she found a man who loved her, a man who knew she was not as tough as her facade, a man who held her through her sobs, a man who kissed her in the mornings before the sunrise kissed her face.
Beauty the cursed gift!
