Her face is like a blank page:
skin powdered by prose,
eyes accented by alliteration,
cheeks stained with stanzas,
lashes curled with couplets,
lips red with rhetoric
and voilà-

she's ready to step out the door,
show the world what she's made of,

but before she does
she reminds herself that
a face is only as beautiful
as the heart it belongs to.