She was beauty rare, kind, fair with soft blue eyes
But quiet in her size four shoes and mousy hair
When she spoke of her youth it was with sighs
She was beauty rare,
Her beauty came from within, she was born to care
But these days ‘I want’ is what everybody cries
In her short life she put others first often with a prayer
Into my world she breezed and we shared our two lives
With such bliss there was nothing that could compare
But by spring she was gone with such sad good-byes
She was beauty rare,
Just a few short lines but it says so much and beautifully rhymed too. Thanks for sharing sir.
Thrilling expression with beautiful diction. A lovely poem I like most. Thanks for sharing. ......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are introducing us (or at least me) to new forms of poetry, and doing so with fine examples. Thanks, David
Thanks Kelly....