Beauty Such As Thee
A blade of grass
As sharp as Sword
Words so heavy
Under their burden doth men fold
And to look upon your face
I feel the testement of grace
So look to like
If looking likes to move
As gentlemen become knights of old
And nights endlessly turn to days
And we become strangers to our ways
So feather of lead
Mountain of air
Why is my heart as heavy as thee
No dont tell me
For i could not bear to know
Nor do i wish to ever see
For never again shall my eyes rest
Rest on beauty such as thee
Copyright © Cameron Holden | Year Posted 2007
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