#235 The Most Beautiful Thing Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Like a flower bloomed in Spring,
I’ve seen the most beautiful thing:
She grows in light and glows in dark,
A gentle gleam and sudden spark,
And captivates my core.
Like a cool breeze on a Summer’s day,
She blows all my worries away.
She’s a rose within a mob of thorns,
A tissue for a heart that mourns,
A little less, a lot more.

Like a fire on a Winter’s night,
She warms my soul with delight.
She’s a seraph, with a human spin,
Who leads me safely home again,
Without a price or fee.
Like Autumn leaves beginning to swing,
I’ve seen the most beautiful thing:
She gave her heart in exchange for mine,
A precious gift, rare and divine.
She’s my lovely Amalie.