Beauty
Beauty, what is beauty?
Is it a girl filled with pity?
Is it a lady in sorrow,
that on her cheeks, tears flow?
Should she be fair,
that everyone just stares.
Fair, what is fair?
Is it simply white, or a face that's rare?
Is beauty a field of flowers?
or the sound of rain showers?
Is she a young girl or mother nature?
Is beauty born with or grown and nurtured?
But what I do know,
is that your beauty will certainly show,
through life's hardships and tests,
when you undergo your own quest.
Beauty, what is beauty?
Is it a girl filled with pity?
Is it a lady in sorrow,
that on her cheeks, tears flow?
Should she be fair,
that everyone just stares.
Fair, what is fair?
Is it simply white, or a face that's rare?
Is beauty a field of flowers?
or the sound of rain showers?
Is she a young girl or mother nature?
Is beauty born with or grown and nurtured?
But what I do know,
is that your beauty will certainly show,
through life's hardships and tests,
when you undergo your own quest.
This is in response to prompts from Simply Snickers.
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6 comments:
Lovely lines!
What a great poem! Thanks for sharing it.
Good message.
Great post, glad I found it on BPOTW.
nice lines i liked it..
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Everyone, thanks for the comments. I never really thought anyone would like my poem. :)
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