The color of my eyes, will not bring memories of deep pools, sunrises, or evergreen forests.   My face does not inspire knights on quests to slay dragons in the name of my beauty.   I am plain.   My hair is dull and limp, and my scarred skin hints of its age.   My figure is plump, and adorned not in the gowns of queens, but in sensible clothes, comfortable shoes.   I do not stand out in a crowd. You will not find me beautiful. Some might even think me ugly...   But if you judge me by my looks, my hair, my eyes, my clothes.    It will be your loss.   My mind is sharp, and an energy that radiates more beauty than a godess queen churns within.   Dally with me, I can teach you to look deeper. To find the gem that exists, inside every good person.   This shell that I wear is nothing. To judge me by my husk shows that your shell is all that is left of you.   I am content in who I am. Look deeper. For the deeper you go, The more you will find.   And there are a few people, who see me as something more than plain, because they have learned to see the beauty within everyone.