Timid, like a young girl,

Who knows she has been noticed,

For her astounding beauty,

And her inner strength that is recognized,

By all who gaze upon her.

She feels the heat rising in her cheeks,

The blush slowly rises to the surface,

Subtle at first,

Then with uncontrollable trepidation.

Bursting through the horizon,

And making its way throughout the entirety of her face,

And bringing forth light and warmth to her surroundings.

Written in response to:

Eugi’s Weekly prompt: “blush”

Thank you for the prompt!