In soft-lit rooms where daylight bends, A girl emerges, fair and kind. Her eyes, a gaze that knows no end, Without her glasses, undefined. Her face, a canvas, porcelain white, Features delicate, untouched by the sight, A smile that blooms in gentle grace, Innocence in every trace. But don the glasses, frames now set, A transformation, a silhouette. Lenses clear reveal her mind, Sharp and focused, eyes refined. With glasses perched, she sees the world, A scholar's gaze, intellect unfurled. Lines of wisdom, maps of thought, In frames of knowledge, she is caught. A fine girl, in two visions seen, One without, one with her sheen. Both a beauty, both a pearl, In glasses, and without, a girl.