I never knew
I never knew till he dropped the bomb
Day before he had taken me to beautiful tomb
Known for beautiful love story of past
It happened in my real life quick and fast
He can't be termed as coward
Yet he had no courage to look forward
Afraid of taking correct decision
His logic lacked teeth and precision
I had doubt about his wisdom
But I lacked courage and doubted seldom
I was of the firm belief with simple view
Such steps were required by only few
Boys are ready to sacrifice
May come with full of promises
But in real time ditch the love and disappear
May not respond well if called from rear
I have no regret for having association
Love is such beautiful God's incarnation
You dream about lovely life with good relation
But if no then it can push you to tough isolation
I couldn't stop tears from rushing
I hardly tried for any kind of pushing
I allowed it to come out freely
As I wanted it to go in drain happily
I shall soon recover from shock
As they may soon run out of stock
I have long way to go and resurface
With same smile and bright face
Love failure is temporary face
You can't go on making mad chasse
Past is past and must be forgotten soon
It will be useless to cry when see bright moon
I have learnt a lesson
It is difficult for person
To forget easily and adjust
Yet one must move forward and it is must
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A yesteryears
Why that does not work in real life?
Why is it called as edge of knife?
Is the life so important to lead it peacefully?
Can we achieve everything fully?
Whether we like or do not like
It may always emerge in mind and strike
The past happy moments and association
The strong bond and feelings surfaced from relation
No one knew it may take ugly turn
There may not be any chance for it to return
When i sit in one corner of room?
I find it charmless and experience descend of gloom
Each day pass by with its fixed schedule
There may not be any time left to think in full
Life may certainly seem to be dull and restless
To feel something out of nothingness
I wish to cry in spare and calm night
I do not know whether it is wrong or right
I can not justify shedding of the tears
As it is the matter of by gone years
It might have created an empty space
But it was made beautiful by His grace
There was something missing in mind
Though I stayed very much inclined
I lack he courage to tell them about my past
The life had moved rapidly and very fast
No one had taken any care for doubts to cast
I too took it as new beginning and humble start
It is very difficult to forget and feel weary
It may be ethically wrong to clung and feel sorry
It is absolutely useless and unnecessary
You can’t act in practical life as prince and fairy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Regret
I received a letter of regret
Some one disclosing me to let
That he loved me a lot
But the battle was lost
He was narrating about my appearance
It looked beautiful with charm at once
He missed the train and lost the golden chance
How come it can be repeated and availed at once?
I laughed at his stupidity
Words lacked sincerity and good quality
It showed his uncertain mind and inability
It spoke poor of him with mind's instability
He was living under false dreams and illusion
Not much to say but reveal only confusion
How can person take me to highest peak?
When he was unable to think and very weak?
He went on to add about his hidden wish
He wanted me as his bride with world to finish
But alas! He could speak nothing and lost me
Now he felt it as lost chance but got courage to tell it free
I could only laugh at his foolishness
Enough water had flown in river without any usefulness
But same man was before me telling his regret
I could only smile at his being foolish with fate
I love people who dash against wall
Seize the opportunity and respond to gravest call
That is becoming of a hero and ideal
Life can then be spent with happiness and look real
I could not resist my temptation
How could he think of restoring relation?
He had seen enough of left behind
Now what else was there left to find?
'Look man' there is no fun in reiterating past
I said with firmness and told him to finish fast
Such claim can bring bad name to relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Full stop or recess
The life is continuing process
Death can be taken as full stop or recess
Every living thing has to come to an end
We must accept fact and mend
Good moments surface and resurface
We go back to find out or trace
Tears mount in eyes and role out
The life story is just all about
Why do we give respect on death?
Why we go as sad person and lay wreath?
It is inseparable part of life and unavoidable
That is why we praise a person and appreciate it as commendable
You may think, rethink and come to terms
You will set yourself and look to bright side in turn
Not physical existence but past may over take
You will get disturbed for while but surely make
There is nothing like past or present
It is continuous process but really absent
Person is not among you bodily
But it may influence you to grow steadily
Try to come out of shock and lead with fresh move
Any doubt may be done away with or removed
It will give you courage and strong will power
You have respite from heat after rain shower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Real Love
All my little plans and schemes
Lost like some forgotten dream
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for you
Just like little girls and boys
Playing with their little toys
Seems like all we really were doing
Was waiting for love
Only to be alone
Only to be alone
Its real love, its real, yes its real love, its real
From this moment on I know
Exactly where my life will go
Seems that all I really was doing
Was waiting for love
Only to be afraid
Only to be afraid
Its real love, its real, yes its real love, its real
Though Ive been in love before
But in my heart I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you
Only to be alone
Only to be alone
Its real love, its real, its real love, its real
Yes its real love, its real, its real love, its real,
Yes its real love, its real, its real love, its real,
Yes its real love, its real, its real love, its real,
Yes its real love, its real
song performed by by Lennon John
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How beautiful is
How beautiful is the Belief, when we belief in the God
How beautiful are the Creatures, when we belief in the Creator
How beautiful is the Motherhood, when we belief in the Sacrifices
How beautiful is the Fatherhood, when we belief in the Battles
How beautiful is the Childhood, when we belief in the Innocence
How beautiful is the Dream, when we belief in the Ambition
How beautiful is the Contentment, when we belief in the Simplicity
How beautiful is the Life, when we belief in the dead
How beautiful is the Love, when we belief in the Care
How beautiful is the Happiness, when we belief in the Sadness
How beautiful is the Relationships, when we belief in the Tender
How beautiful is the Fruit, when we belief in the Farming
How beautiful is the Confidence, when we belief in Our self
How beautiful is the Beauty, when we belief in Our eyes
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in Peace
How beautiful is the Friendship, when we belief in Brotherhood
How beautiful is the Marriage, when we belief in Sharing
How beautiful is the World, when we belief in the Peace
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The Reoccurring Dream
I am running.
Faster and faster,
from what or
who, I don't know.
The adrenaline pulsing
through my veins,
pushing me to
keep going forward
even though my body
wants to collapse.
I am screaming.
Screaming his name.
I don't know where
he has gone!
I have lost him!
But still I move
forward with hope
that I can
find him!
I see a clearing.
And I see something
in the distance.
Someone hovering over
a shadow on the ground.
Before I do
anything, the person
disappears in the
darkness beyond.
Leaving the shadow.
My heart starts pounding
as I slowly move
toward the shadow
to take a look.
One thought keeps
raising in my head,
but I push it back.
I get closer and closer,
but I still can't see.
When I finally do
my heart stops
and everything spins
all around me.
I fall forward
on my knees.
The tears come
in a rush,
making me loose
my breath.
This has to
be a dream.
This can't be real!
He can't die!
I love him too much!
I pick up
his head gently
and place it on
my lap and
just rock back
and forth
trying to keep calm!
My tears falling
onto his face,
but he doesn't move!
He doesn't even
make a sound.
My love has
been taken from me!
It has been
destroyed forever!
How can I
possibly love now?
How can I do anything
without him?
Why would the
world take him
away from me?
What did I
do to them?
All I did was
love him with
all of my heart and soul!
The tears are
coming so fast,
I can hardly breathe.
It comes out
in gasps making
me very light-headed.
My vision is
blurred by my
constantly falling tears!
But I can
clearly see his
pale, dead face.
So I close my
eyes to try to
make the image
of it go away,
but I still
can see it!
Just like it
was right in
front of me!
I open my eyes
and he is not there!
Like he has
never been there,
Just like he had
walked away.
Leaving me alone
in this cruel world!
But he wanted
to be with me.
He loved me
and does love me still!
I wake up,
drenched in sweat.
Realizing that it
was just a dream.
That is wasn't real.
It wont happen.
Or will it? ...
poem by Jaana Coon
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Simple from distance
Simple from distance
We are happy and married couple
Held hand with trust to face all the troubles
Never to leave bond under any circumstances
As life had made us one by God and not by chance
Life seemed simple from distance
We hoped to sail through at once
Vowed not to mind and look at lapses
There may be many errors with full of misses
I looked at iron ups and down image of grill and understood the message
Life was meant to be a struggle with no smooth passage
Husband and wife was to face formidable challenges
Despite known ups and own in coming age
I held his hand tight and measured length
It was to be long and long horizon of earth
Quite illusive with deceptive appearance
We got to face and live with its presence
We smiled at each other and got on with good started
Life is definitely a big task with beautiful art
Even though heard about it from friends and relatives
We were firm in our stand and very selective
I reassured him from my side and promised
Life was knows to us and never surprised
Some of the things were bound to happen
Whether accepted with smile or pain even
I look forward towards sky and its family
How do they spend their time happily?
If they have romantic life with magic pull
Why can't we make life lovely and beautiful?
We are new to such magnificent start
Now I have become somebody's inseparable part
It must be my Endeavour to be faithful
As is the guiding stone to make it successful
I smile with full satisfaction
As it has added new dimension to the relation
We are only emissary of almighty to prove
That life is given to us to remain steady and move
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Still Love You...
I STILL LOVE YOU...
Love. that feeling which i used to HATE once upon a time,
Gave me such an amazing confidence with its own beautiful shine.
Never thought it is that beautiful feeling,
Which would happily teach me life & Gratitude's meaning.
It has a magic which makes me smile even in the deepest sorrows,
Remembering my love, i forget all my strugglings & morrows.
I don't know why, but he has some kind of magic in himself,
which helps me fly freely into real happiness.
Now, after a long time when I still miss him in my dreams,
I wonder when I will stop loving him with no esteems.
But it is such a type of addiction,
which is impossible to be forgiven.
Now I am living only with his beautiful memories,
He, who have taught me the beauty of living is the King of melodies.
But this love is seriously very dangerious,
Because it really becomes hard to control my heart's feelings.
Just Don't know how to tell him this sour truth,
that my heart is gone with him forever with no return ticket.
Just want to tell him or give him a small clue,
that 'I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT I STILL LOVE YOU.'
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Fallen In Love
He has fallen in love
With the idea
Of you in his life
I wish I knew
How does psychology work? ....... Persian khushi
Oh it is very simple
Stay out of trouble
Think of beautiful moments
The peace around with its movements
Venture into moon light
Just see left and right
If some one observes you
Then think about it and see through
When someone appears from behind?
Show no hesitation and try to find
Never think who he can be?
Anybody may think well when feels free
So it is your outer show
That sets thing to rolls or go
You are offered flower
With some comments to offer
It is an open invitation
To build sound and good relation
There is no psychology behind
It is natural thing to find
Pray almighty to take you out
From uncertainty to surety and think about
What can be next move around?
How to adjust scene when again he is found?
Smile on face may do wonder
No words may be needed to offer
Mere reflection in eyes will perform miracle
Now he will be in fix and struggle
It is easy to face mighty king
It is too easy to face the lion in ring
But too difficult to face the beautiful queen
As it might turn the whole of the scene
I don't think it might be different psychology all over
Men and women need comfortable life with honor
What is most needed is the assurance and promises!
Life may move on then with harmony and peace
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only Link
I dreamed about beautiful love and association
That was mushrooming along with smooth relation
She was dreaming the same way as I was
We were smiling at each other without making a pause
'Not bad idea at all' she responded
As she thought we have to think of later how to be depended
If we have little kind in home
How will it look like when we welcome?
'Only from you' as love's symbol
She was making very sweet and magnetic call
I was dreaming too to fall in her line
She was making all that beautiful with smile
Since many days we were meeting in silence
It was magnificent attachment with love parlance
I wanted to have her reflection in child
Brilliant, intelligent, beautiful and kind
It was never thought this before
I just search only beauty and adored
Look at her face and saw cuts and features
It was so much for me to look at and be sure
We are under tree and enjoying happy moments
Many a times it has been felt as divine movement
She may hold hand and reassure me of coming days
Death can't be that cruel to take me away
Child is the only link that binds us together
When we hear cry or smile, it makes us free to bother
I dream same for my rest of the days and enjoy
She is there always ready to provide me complete joy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A new 'love cult
I couldn’t understand the logic behind
Why person hesitate and acknowledge and find?
Disclosure of correct age for the want of sheer fear
Is he not sure that it may land in catastrophe to bear?
Love is heavenly sent gift and must be respected
Before surrendering to strangers it must be inspected
Does that bother you that it may be rejected and fallen through?
Is there no other way to impress up on and to woo?
Does love see age; color beautiful face or, charm?
Does it not send the some belonging and greetings warm?
Does that confine to only sensual feeling and attachment?
I think none of it is paramount for the commencement
Love stands for, sacrifice, honesty and above all surrender
Many of us stand for its abusive use and act as offender
Total deception and regard for outer beauty only for lust
How one can afford to forget everything sans simple trust?
One may forget everything and seek nothing except simple love
He or she may go to the extent of forgetting world or globe
One can dash against the wall if that is proving difficult
It is new way of dealing with love and known as “love cult”
I may fall for simple love and to define it in eternal way
To way traffic without any hindrance except simple say
Where one listens and other say quietly to focus on means
It matters less which way it goes and leads in to loss or wins
The deception may lead you to extinction and way to grave
It is not an extra quality of a person to be called brave
It may end in fiasco for Promised Land of beautiful place
You will be lost for ever in mind as print without any trace
It demands and expects every one to rise and see the reason
You may be intelligent and extra ordinarily gifted person
What is it to all if you turn out to be deserter and unfaithful?
What will be left out of holy relation to show it as meaningful?
I have been left out by people as known critic of falsehood
I go for all out efforts to make it success in my own neighborhood
It is pulse of pure heart that has to be heard from the long distance
I can quote and put it right in correct perspective as good instances
I shall long for and trust the out come of true feelings
It has to have belonging and honest dealing
It is not that you deceive the person and go into hiding
It has bad implications and leads to disastrous findings
I may long for such a fine and trust worthy relation
I can go all out for its preservence and even for citation
I can’t afford to loose heart that beats for lovely union
I shall consider my self worthy if that comes from true companion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful
You're so beautiful
I love the way you smile
When your in my arms
I hope you'll stay awhile
You're so beautiful
And your eyes so bright
I love to gaze into them
Whether day or night
You're so beautiful
Your skin soft and tan
I love to touch your fingers
I love to hold your hand
You're so beautiful
Your hair so sexy even out of place
I like it pulled back or surrounding your face
You're so beautiful
from head to toe
You're so beautiful I just had to let you know
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I am back
I am in action and back again
To live peacefully for strength to regain
In past I had never been so upset
Though I took it as fate
Who says life can be hell?
when it has done so well
we are not here for everybody to tell
it is not the commodity to sell
love is to treasured all along
why to go into details who was right or wrong?
you can't have it easily for song?
you have to be a part and stay among
who can come and cheat you of your treasure?
you can enjoy it with immense pleasure
you were never comfortable or sure
now enough memories are there to assure
no one can shut the door
you are happiest among all and not poor
you can open any chapter and go through
you can see it as false or true
you have nothing to do with treachery
they have no arrows to shoot in archery
previously you were easy target
now you are free person and can forget
it was never a game
You have no one to blame
it is their bad luck to ignore
you had tried everything to explore
cool breeze may stay for while
you have still plenty of time to think meanwhile
the sun may bring bright shine
rest all will be in order and very fine
it is temporary phase
you got to relax and ease
there had been no love lost
it was real test and had nothing to cost
time may pass off and wound may also heal
there was nothing actually to steal
I had loved her and taken as real
now there is no use to shed tears or feel
it may stay in remote corner of mind
I shall have immense pleasure to find
they may surface at any moment
I have nothing more to offer as comment
I do under stand the sacred meaning
i can't act contrary to prove it as demeaning
it might have brought so much pain anguish
The real matter was no going to finish
I am happiest person on earth
It may remain till the death
I have yet to live up to expectations
though it has severed the relation
is it important to get everything desired?
can love be purchased or hired?
it requires sacrifice and reward
life is always meant to be positive to look forward
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Down With Age
I am not down with age
Yet feel imprisoned and confined
Love was never meant for me and stood defined
I tried to interpret and redefined
It may be greed or lust
For any individual is essential and must
It gives lots of inspiration
Strengthens the bond and relation
It is human nature to long for some association
It should not be termed as lust with any definition
Some may do it secretly and conveniently hide
It s interpretation is varied and stands very wide
Sometimes we run after outer show and beauty
We must clearly understand it as gift from almighty
No one can have it for simple asking
It has naturally come with full backing
She has full right to choose her companion
She may earnestly try for solid and strong union
It is strange that you are unable to accommodate
As you are living with confusion with no future date
Some of the natural things can not be termed as disease
It comes with the age and from time to time released
It may be useless to keep some one aside for love failure
Enough response should be given and made it amply sure
Females are blessed with enough of courage
They can come, stand solidly behind and manage
They may also prove to the difficult situation
They may also like to stand by you with continuation
We can not escape with our strange behavior
They are truly devoted and act as savior
The life ship has to be pulled together
The storm has to be faced and allowed to wither
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Courageous Smile
Face your life and its trials
With a quiet mind and courageous smile
And know that courage is what we need
To perform for us all heoric deeds
So wioth cheer and tons of hope
Go forward and never mope
And burn the little candle's light
To make your surroundings all bright
And all this can be done with faith
And the gift of courage from God great
So come forward and face life's trial
With a quiet mind and courage's smile.
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Swimming The Past Time
Disappear between the space of dust
In a smoke, within the light
Time moves in any speed
Continuously without tired no rest
In a chime of turbulence
Swimming back to the past
For the broad river back to early creek
Unfold the memories of past ages
In the album of experience, our old life
Reversing tears back to enter the eyes
Revisiting old smiles back on lips one more time
Wandering all before just before now
Still, we moving forward heading toward the future
Toward the estuary, swimming follow the flowing time
Moving back or in front, physical still here
Wandering, facing the stream only our mind
All good, bad now a past scenery along the time river
We heading to estuary to be as a part of wise ocean
Till time sending our final destiny to the sea
Another scenery of cry or happy we will feel and see
Just to move forward, forgive, learn to gain from past
Nothing to waste because time moves in any speed
So i will let my tears flow and smiles glow
Live these beautiful feelings in my life
For all time, as i know
Soon we will have no more
to hold each other (time and life)
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Having a break from 'Rise from Ashes' theme
and trying write something like 'Swimming the past time'
A poem that i done as i felt how fast time disappear...
just wrote it and post it
Life walking within time, and time never stop walking
and moves in any speed..so just bring your life some cheers
in everyday even it's hard...or not _Unwritten Soul
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A Heartfelt Letter Unsigned
It seems I am only good with words
When I write them in my silent hours
Of all the things I have wished to say
But never found the moment or courage
I find myself saddened by my thoughts
All of which surround my thoughts of you
I think you are amazing, kind and so strong
You are beautiful in many ways I cannot count
Your nature and spirit I have come to know
Shows you to be funny and loving
You put a spring in my heart, a song in my step
I would love to hold you each night
Look after way and love you always
But alas, a time has come I must face
That moment of courage and opportunity
I think it matters not anyway
I have listened to my mind and heart argue
And wish I could look through any eyes
Other my own, when I look at you
A time has come to say goodbye, to move on
I wish to take you from my heart
Place you by my side as a friend and nothing more
If only my thoughts were not my own
If only I could look through another’s eyes
Perhaps I would not need to write these words
Because moving on from you
Is the hardest most difficult decision in life
You will always be so beautiful to me
And in loving you I must say goodbye
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Only A Fool, Would Say 'No', To Real Love...
Unselfish Love … Is Real Love
Real Love, Is Self-Sacrifice and Sacred Love … (1 Cor.13: 4-13)
And Supportive Love and Worthy-Symbolic Love
Inspired and Sure and Simple and … Sizeless Love
… and Only A Fool, Would Not Wear, Real Love
Real Love … Is Really True Love
And Those Who Do Love
Will Love’ YOU’, Love
Even, If Many Or Just A Few, To Love
… but Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Devoted Love … Is Also Real Love
And Real Love, Is Dedicated To It – Love
And More Than Just A Duty, Love
It’s A Higher-Ideal and Diplomatic Love
… and Only A Fool, Would Not Desire, Real Love
Only Real Love, Is Between: Two-As-One Love
For Real Love, Seals The Bond, ‘Til It’s Done, Love
Real Love, Is As Strong As Death Is, Love … (Canticles 8: 6)
Only Real Lovers, Know and Understand This Power of Love
… but A Fool, Will Never Fathom, This Kind Of Love
Real Love … In Case Of Emergency, Breaks The Glass
Real Love … Can Erase, Or Soothe Pain In Past
Real Love … Conquers ‘All’, In Its Path!
Real Love … Will Forever and Everlast …
… really, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Real Love … Is Inimitable and Intense Love
It Is Forgiving … and No Pretense-Love
It Rises, Like Sparkling, Perfumed Incense or Mist-Love
To Love Like This, Makes Good Sense, Love
… for, Only A Fool, Would Say No, To Real Love
Real Love’s Beauty … Is As Big, As The Sky Above
Real Love’s Chorus, Is As Glorious, As Poets Speak Of
If It’s Loyal and Always … Then, It’s Real Love
And If You Find The Lord Of Light, You’ve Found The Lord Of Love
See, Real Love … Is Perfectly Supreme, For GOD Is Love …
… (and Only A Fool) Would Say No … To Real Love …
Written & ©: 3/20/10
By: The MoonBee
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Her Beautiful Face
' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'
The first time that he saw her it was her beautiful face,
He fell in love at first glance though he was very young
He spoke to her and found out that she was beautiful within,
A friend he had made for life with that beautiful face,
So slim and innocent the girl with the beautiful face,
She gave him three wonderful children the girl with the beautiful face,
As years went on she became the sole love of his life,
A wonderful Mother was the girl with the beautiful face,
Grandchildren were so deserved for the girl with the beautiful face,
As he took his last few breaths in life, the last thing he saw was her oh so beautiful face.
Dave Bennett
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Beautiful Are You...
Beautiful, are you, as the flowers of the field.
Beautiful, is the sound of your voice.
Beautiful, is the touch of your hand.
Beautiful, are the eyes that speak of love.
Beautiful, is your understanding and kindness.
Beautiful, is the way you always consider others.
Beautiful, are the courage of your convictions.
Beautiful, are the silent, countless words of, I love you.
Beautiful, is the softness of your touch.
Beautiful, are the children that you hold dear.
Beautiful, is your faith, honesty and loyalty.
Beautiful, are the people, you bless with your love.
Beautiful, are you secret acts of charity.
Beautiful, is the goodness, you give to all.
Beautiful, is the way your never judge anyone.
Beautiful, is your never dreaming...that you are indeed so beautiful.
Beautiful, is your heart...your very soul.
Beautiful, is the way you have made this a better world.
Beautiful, is the helping hand, you extend to all.
Have I told you, you are beautiful in every way?
Have I told you, my beautiful one, that I love you?
We are blessed to know, one who is as beautiful
as you, in so many ways.
P.S.
I love you.