The Most Beautiful? Poem by Denis Martindale

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To me, she is most beautiful, most wonderful of all,
To others, she is merely cool, in love they do not fall,
And yet I love the one I found to be the very best,
While there are beauties all around, I know she beats the rest.

Her hair shines like the sun on high, to frame her smiling face,
She smiles with ease, no need to try, for she has inner grace.
Her beauty beckons in her voice, not just the clothes she wears,
Her beauty helps her make the choice to strive as one who cares.

She wants the best for everyone, no matter who they are,
Though we in life have just begun, she always proved a star.
For she decided long ago the role she was to play,
To leave the childlike faith we know and live life day by day.

She faced each problem as it came, yet knew each could not last,
Embracing love, embracing fame, not living in the past.
To me, that makes her beautiful, beyond the outward form,
Though in itself adorable, she weathered every storm.

A certain mindset sets the tone, of how we may react,
When pressures come, we stand alone, that often proves a fact.
But she has friends and fans worldwide who celebrate with her,
And from the courage she supplied, who knows what may occur?

If life is just a gentle dream, no doubt we all could smile,
But life is sometimes quite extreme, enough to seem a trial.
You may be rich, you may be poor, you may write books and stuff,
Yet she, of course, is so much more, yes, so much more to love.

God knows her final legacy, her imitators, too,
She is the only one for me, no matter what they do.
"What is her name? " I hear you ask, I told you more or less,
And should that prove too hard a task, I wonder, can you guess?


Denis Martindale. May 2021.