BEAUTY

I walked into the office

To register my car.

Little did I know

I was about to meet a star!

She was seated at a desk.

I hardly noticed her at first.

A tiny Asian woman

In paper work immersed.

She was one of seven clerks

Serving folks like me.

She signaled me to come.

I strolled over casually.

She was thin, and turning grey,

Neither old nor young.

Her dress was nondescript,

English not her native tongue.

I bantered with her briefly

Then she broke into a smile

So radiant and infectious

It knocked me for a mile!

She was missing a front tooth

But her beauty from within

Glittered like a sunbeam.

Heaven was in her grin!