She is beautiful.
In the moonlight, she sits by a lonesome stream, braiding her silvery hair, the water deep blue sparkling, like her eyes.
She is beautiful,
In the warmth of the sun, she rides a stallion, into the dessert wind, her hair streams behind her, her eyes filled with a fiery rage.
She is beautiful,
In the hour of dusk, the light fading from the western sky, her hair fallen on her shoulders, her eyes thoughtful and wondering.
She is beautiful,
In the light of the dawn, as the suns rays illuminate the world around her just like she illuminates my world all the time, her hair in a long braid down her back and her eyes hopeful.
She is beautiful, as she smiles at me, her laughter like the tinkling of fairy bells.
She is beautiful, as she rights the wrong that she sees around her.
She is beautiful, when the dimple in her cheek shows itself after a long tiring day
She is beautiful and if anyone says anything contrary I would hunt them down and rip out their eyes for they do not know what true beauty looks like.
Authors Note. To all the women out there. This one's for you. :)
The picture is a friend of mine whom I love dearly.
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I write over time. Fair warning poetry is not my strongest area. :) This will be put up as one poem at a time. I don't think the "Completed" status will ever happen. That's all I have to say. :) For now. :)
