Beauty Uplifts Me
Beauty uplifts me, keeps me going, lets me sing.
She can be in the form of a chair, a car or a baby’s face.
I love what I love, there is no explanation for what appeals to me.
Something will hit me full on with a hammer’s force.
I often have no idea why I love what I love, but it has soul appeal.
My soul has a mind of her own, I am totally led by her.
Luckily, she sees beauty in the sky, tree trunks, and a blade of grass.
She is easily pleased, and so am I.
We are both ready to twirl, whirl and dance.
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