Beauty Discreet

red, with silvery glitter,
thy move my hand I jitter
to write these words of love, and litter
thy hearts charms on thy somber face
the holy writ of effeminate grace
veiled by whites of angel lace
Doth beauty hide
Somewhere inside
Thy look doth confide
In chaste secreet
Thou live discreet
Thy beauty underneath
in love beneath...

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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