The Beauty And The Crown Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

L-et Sunday shadows pass,
E-arly light warms the weather;
N-ew dawn on Monday
I-s brighter than
E-mber.

D-elightful birthday comes,
E-rasing the heartache;
L-et the beacon above
O-pen the fresh daybreak.
S-ixth February morn
S-tarts to warm your heart;
A-fter the twilight is gone,
N-ight chill and dark depart.
T-o eliminate the hate,
O-bliterate the frown;
S-tart keeping to yourself the beauty and the crown.