Your Beauty

• When I speak of your beauty,
• I speak not of that which time,
• Like some unwelcomed guest
• Arrives to steal away.
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• I speak of that
• Which cannot be measured,
• Or weighed,
• By human hands.
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• I speak of your warmth
• Like that of welcomed sunshine
• On a frosty, winter morning.
• I speak of your fragrance
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• Like the smell of cool, crisp air
• After a short, April shower.
• I speak of your taste,
• Like that of ice-cold lemonade,
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• On a hot, steamy night.
• I speak of your color,
• Like that of the first blue bonnet
• Swimming in a sea of green.
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• But in the end
• I realize that no one word,
• Or sentence can fully capture
• The essence of who you are.
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• For to fully appreciate you,
• One must experience you,
• Like the vinter tasting
• The first glass of new wine.