| Blogs > dreampoet > My Blog, my way |
|
She is beautiful. She is beautiful. I cannot deny her beauty, even though others deny this of her, and cast her face to shadows, through a misfortune of birth. And what right has any man to determine, what has beauty and what has not? Might one write that the sad Yew tree is not more, beloved than the strong Oak? Of course not, approval is given, when it understood that the Yew, to a churchyard, is guardian to those gentle souls who lay tied, to their shrouds beneath that precious earth. Is not it’s action in service to God beautiful? And, in this light, as beautiful as the mighty Oak, Whose grand spread gives shady comfort’s relief, To those who rest on a bright Summer’s day. Is not that same service to God an appreciation? Each woman has a beauty, yet I give to her more the share, of natural advancement, for her heart. It can be that her communicative spirit, is indistinct, yet the thought profound, when the announcement becomes clear. It is the beating of her heart, it’s sweet merit, which makes her beautiful. It is to a joy that she smiles and freshens, this very air we all breathe, which makes her beautiful to me, and in the eyes of God. |
||||
|
How true!!
|
×
×