I Am Pure At Heart - Poem by Rik Bertrand
Don't look at me as if I were an object,
Do not test my patience with that glare
I am natural and free, not your lustful cure.
I am of Gods will, clean and pure.
Beauty is only skin deep, this is world renown,
Do not play the idiot, and love with thou eyes.
See me for who I truly am, capture my pure heart,
That would be a simple and rightful start.
I am pure; I carry with me the essence of God,
I bow down to those that are beneath me.
Time will show you that your stare is unclean,
And your soul will be bitter for what is unseen.
I trust that all are beautiful in this world of ours,
I care, yet I hang my head low to those that still stare.
For they only see the cover of a never ending book,
And for this they never see clearly at which they look.
REB (AUGUST 2012) although outside beauty is amazing, you cannot really see the purity if you do not look beyond your lustful thoughts
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