Hers Is A Beauty Which Fadeth Not... Poem by Brett White

Hers Is A Beauty Which Fadeth Not...



Hers is a Beauty which fadeth not;
Proof of Perfection which God hath wrought
from an ideal without flaw;
As graceful as the Robin's call-
Though sometimes tender and sometimes Sweet,
Her Smile causes Winter-ice to retreat:
into the Arms of Spring's gentle glow-
Education aside, thou art All I need to know.

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Brett White

Brett White

Fort Smith, AR
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