I'm looking at your reflection in the mirror right now, and i see nothing but pure beauty.
It's not perfect - a blemish here and there, but when you smile, there's something about your eyes. It's not explainable, but all i can say is that it's pure beauty.
I hate to say but your face isn't wrinkle-free, perhaps because of the many times you frowned or cried, nevertheless it's pure beauty.
Your smile says a lot, i hope you smile more than you'd ever cry, all the days of your life. For in your smile, i see pure beauty.
You are beautiful not because you're happy nor successful, for even without these, to me you are a pure beauty.
It's what's in your heart that makes me see the pure beauty that is in you.
Maybe someday i shall see what's in it just as much as i see your reflection now - face to face.