Bellezza Nascosta's Beauty Inside
Belle Nascosta, so sweet, so smart, so funny, so neat.
Belle Nascosta, so lonely, so shy.
Belle Nascosta, hears truth, sees lies.
Belle Nascosta, ashamed, feeling ugly inside. Asking her mama, why her beauty was offside.
Mama, knowing best, smiled and said, “You are beautiful, Bellezza. Your hair, crimson red!” Belle sighed and looked at her Mama and cried, “But the kids say that my eyes are too green! Why, Mama must they be so mean?”
“Bellezza with eyes of almond-shape. So bright they reflect a farmer’s landscape. You’re incandescent! How could you think such a thing,” asked Mama.
“I don’t like my appearance, Mama. Nor anyone else. Why must the world be so unctuous?”
Mama grabbed her daughter’s hand, her voice light like a mouse, “Bellezza Nascosta, my beauty kept inside, you are so radiant, iridescent, and kind. I love you and you know you’re all mine.”
Belle smiled and looked at her mother and said, “You’re the best mother a daughter ever could find.”