Treasure Island

Liz Annson

(95-04)

Beautiful


Beauty is within your eyes
Not hair; so fair like summer fire
But within the eyes,
An ashen blue
So bright they burn to her from you

Beauty is within your walk
Not shape; nor cape of velvet dew
But within your walk,
Your sway from sides
Though people say your gait is wide

Beauty is within your thoughts
Not your colour; another has the same
But within your thoughts,
Your silver liquid mind like mine,
Though people say your gait is wide,
Though people only mind your colour,
Though people want your hair to smother,
Beauty is within your mind.
Your mind like starlight,
Almost too kind to all that view you,
To all you see.
You must know, to me
That beauty reigns within your mind.


Dedicated to Laura Waddington, mother.
1958-2004
I love you.

Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 06, 2011

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