By Forest Adams (jhardylbg@hotmail.com)
Date: 3 January 2000

*Beauty*

Your eyes, they hyptonize me
Shining like emeralds.
I am enchanted and my words of expression have escaped my lips.

Your hair, cascading in all directions
shines brilliantly, incandescent to passers-by.
Callous hearts are unfit to set their eyes upon you.
Serene landscapes smile and the sun blushes upon seeing you.

Your lips, sweet as milk and honey,
Pillowy and rosy in harsh reality
Of the misprized faultness of human nature they are a blessing...
Heartsome Laughter.