Is It Beauty
SO TIMID,
STILL AHS NO LIMIT.
HER EXPRESSION,
STS A SENSATION.
A DEEP FEELING,
WITH NO STRESSING.
OF WHAT IS PURE,
BUT STILL IS NOT TOO SURE.
LIKE THE SPRING,
HER BEAUTY HAD NO STRINGS.
MUCH LLIKE A DOVE,
WHO HAS MY LOVE.
SO SOFT AND WHITE,
SEEMS JUST OUT OF MY SIGHT.
MANY WANTS TO OWN;
LIKE HOT STEAM,
NO END TO WHERE IT'S GOING,
OR MAYBE DOING.
SO WHAT AND WHY IS BEAUTY?
Copyright © Donn Ronquillo | Year Posted 2012
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