Your Beauty

Although you went in search of truth
And travelled near and far,
Nobody in your very youth
Expressed how fine you are.

They pointed out your coat and hat
And said you wore them well
But must have thought that that was that,
For no more did they tell.

They didn’t praise your tender touch,
Your courage or esprit…
But I don’t mind that, all that much;
That leaves it up to me.

And I shall sing your beauty, Sweet,
Until the ends of time both meet.

Photo by Motoki Tonn on Unsplash

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