Best Devotionbeauty Poems
Real Beauty is forgetting the past and appreciating good people, finding a way to brighten a
grey day....Real Beauty is having an attitude that shines or how someone looks when they
are in love and having fun....Real Beauty is learning something new about someone else or
knowing that to get respect you have to give it...People don't realize that actions speak
louder than words. I don't care what people think about us. You are my best friend and my
boyfriend and Thats what makes this relationship special. We can talk for hours about the
game or argue about who loves each other more. No matter what we talk about, know that I
love you for you. I always have and always will. You are My morning, My night, My sun, My
moon, My pain, My Tears, everything begins and ends with you. Your the one for me no
matter what they think....
real dreams
your dreams are not illusions
my dear ceizar
dreaming so much is beauty in the heart
i will not lie to thee
the plane will sweep me away in to your arms of love
we will do all the things for real
we will dance upon the moonlights beauty
my ceizar we are as one a total a unique delivery
my queen of the angels light
Lament of a Traveler
So far ahead the shattered break
With drifting light through limbs that ache
So far behind left to hesitate
On raven wings broke the key of dreams
And so many footprints spent traceless
Along sundown’s passage
As they search in expectation of finding a different way
To borrow for tomorrow an illusion for today
Through petal fall and snow flake
In frosts and floating leaves
Did the parade of beauty gather to speak her mysteries
While the dust of a traveler dozed and dreamed at day break
Dawn’s greetings have echoed far from distant mountains
Silent wind to brush the grass blades speaking
Answering to the running shadows passing a dance through clouds
I am the brethren of spears, a silvered splinter, I am a shaft of sun
In footless halls the green march of trees begged the soles of shoes to wander
And softly lingered there amidst their centuries
Another time for the time where the weary may take rest
Yet now there is no respite no admission more for the traveller
The record of his strides and the crow’s feet of his eyes
No longer hold witness to the smile of splendour he has seen in nature
For all their nomadic predilections his feet will not begin
And there on ravens wings broke the key of dreams
So far behind the shattered break, so long ago when heart did not falter
Open life to the open road and the beacon of another
Never to say goodbye but fair them well, but fair them well
And still, never to travel together
Is it the reminder of years or the memories of tears
The footsteps left without or the falling locks of her dusky hair
The sweet soft reflection of her watery eyes
The pale beauty haunting of his lover whispering in the star strune skies
Never to say fair well but bid her goodbye
And still, never to journey together
In crimson dress for crimson lips as she returned to her dark sad bower
And never, no never to journey with her