Beauty Marks

She has a row of beauty marks
From her jawline to her neck.
Three tiny ones, not marring
But accenting her essence.

Her soft bronze skin
Stressed by a scar below her lip
But not to begin to belittle her beauty
Or the restrained spirits within.

Quiet storm waiting to be unleashed,
But keep her spirits at bay.
Don't draw her out of her shell,
I don't want this storm on my beach.

Dragon's power waiting to explode,
This lady is ready to unload her
Spirit and knowledge and form
Of the discipline of taekwondo.