By wordley (R.H.)
Submitted by wordley
Date: 2002 Feb 13
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What beauty is my this eyes behold, what kind, angelic presence,
Caring, love and tenderness are the very essence
Of one whose smile and gentle voice enfolds my heart in rapture,
Whose twinkling eyes and dearest heart my very soul does capture.
What have they done to one as fair as Juliet in repose,
To one who is far more precious than all the "treasures" life bestows.
And so to her I give my love and ask nothing in return,
For my words are a gift to one who gives a lesson we all should learn
True beauty goes deeper than the skin, and love beyond the word,
For it's in the heart and soul of man where they'er finally seen and heard