Smile.
For You Know Not the Beauty That Is Your Soul
Smile
For you know not the beauty that is your soul
Smile
For you know not the power that you hold
Smile
For you are not your past or your worst
Smile
For i hope to provide you with a first
A love you've never known
A map you've longed to roam
A life you've longed to live
A gift you've only hoped to give
For you are precious to me
You need only open your eyes to see
That you are real and true
You started as a seed and grew
You are a masterpiece
with room for more work to be done
A masterpiece nonetheless,
But there are more prizes to be won
So smile.
The temple to your soul deserves to be adorned with such a jewel
About the Creator
James Stevison
I'm James, I'm 18, and I'm a transgender wiccan poet/theatre major.
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By James Stevison7 years ago in Poets
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