A woman's beauty is a radiant beam, shining bright and true
A reflection of her inner light, a heart that's pure and new
Her eyes, like stars in the midnight sky, sparkle with a gentle might
A smile that curves her lips, a joy that takes flight
Her skin, like alabaster smooth, a canvas of elegance and poise
A beauty that's both delicate and strong, a wonder that never fades or dies
Her hair, a golden crown, that frames her lovely face
A beauty that's a work of art, a treasure to behold in every place
In every woman, a beauty lies, a unique and precious find
A treasure to cherish, a beauty that's a wonder of the mind.
About the Creator
Albin
A Psychologist of Life Experiences...
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Much Love.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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