Beautiful Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sadness filling me within like the air being blown into a
balloon, surmounting it's growing expansion within, want-
ing to burst it's bubble.

Yet it has grown into one of a physical texture like that
of steel or cement, looking around, finding a way to dim-
inish it through unconditional love of another.

One who expects nothing and gives everything of himself,
a positive and straight forward way to eventually get to
heaven.