She leans on my shoulder, I see a tear roll down her left eye.
She opens her perfect rosebud lips, 'Baby, I don't feel pretty no more '
I wipe her tears, kiss her on the forehead, stare straight into her watery eyes and hug her deep.
She doesn't know,
She's beyond pretty.She's more than beautiful.
God's own perfection
A masterpiece
Beautifully and wonderfully crafted.
She embodies everything beautiful about life.
She's a Queen.
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I see a tear roll down her left eye. She opens her perfect rosebud lips, Baby, I don't feel pretty no more and your wonderful answer in action..a hug..... tha nk u for this poem full of emotion.. thank u. tony