Beauty

Beauty

They say that beauty is yours to behold
But we do see things differently too
What beauty is to me you might see gold
Or maybe you will see it all askew.

Now beauty is to me is what is new
It has ten toes and fingers that are small
And will smile up at you when you say ‘Coo’
And all this joy is wrapped in a small ball.

This type of beauty can at times enthrall
The biggest men of all and make them cry.
As this small bundle can bring joy to all,
And some can not explain the how or why.

So beauty is to me a baby born
As they do make me feel I am reborn


Poem Style – Sonnet / Poem Catagory – Family
Written by Lady Kathleen 

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