Eye Of The Beholder - Poem by T.J. Daniels
Beauty is always
in the eye of the beholder.
'Cause she would be Beautiful
in anyones eyes.
She could stand on a mountain top
open her arms & the rains would stop.
And with just a flick of her finger
the Sun would Shine.
But Alas Alack
she could never be mine.
For I am much too lowly
to even raise my head.
But in a soft, unuttered voice I whisper
I love you
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