She...an image I see.

 She peeped out the bathroom door,

and came out of the shower, smelling of fresh lavender.

She waltzed to her room,

took the towel off her head,

and she started to dry her hair.

What beautiful long black locks of hair she had...Oh!

...her dusky complexion fairly complementing them.

She sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself,

at the several expressions she had worn on her face.

She took out a stunning black dress,

she put it on to try it out.
"Will I look good in this?" she thought.

As one thought lead to another,

she was trapped amidst a chain of thoughts.

She entered a different world of her own,

a world she built readily...

A world where she was happy to be,

happier than presently.

She wore a smile,

that could steal a million hearts,

but modesty dripping off her face.

 Who was she?

Just another girl,

one, who lives in all our hearts.

We love to be pretty, but we often forget simplicity,

the most important asset of all.

The girl, she lives inside all of us,

all we need to do is to find her...

preserve her,

nurture her,

and let her imaginations run free.