Knowing its not the contours of my curves
or the dreams dancing in my eyes
I express emotions, understanding.
It's not the sway of my hips nor that
shiver when am caught in the rain
I came prepared here's my umbrella.
When I bake them sweet hot rolls
simmer a tasty stew in my old pot
that's how I show you the love
I hold inside.
Now I understand why you smile
telling me am such a beauty
you don't have to look for more.
It's the tender, love, care
I hold in my heart so dear
making me the lady
of your dreams.
I am beautiful....
Author notes
quote: You don't love a woman,
because she is beautiful,
but she is beautiful, because you love her....
A contest entry
- but she is beautiful... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 16, 2008, 20 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Ya I acknowldge you are beautiful indeed ...by your so beautiful words...by your so beautiful impression about the love..I love it..well done....
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yes i guess you are ,,peter xx
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The ring of truth is upon our finger, thanks to your thoughts. Sometimes, it is the beauty on the outside that attracts us, but it is the beauty on the inside that keeps us.
Well done, my dove, you captured the prompt perfectly, you should do well in the contest.
I love you,
Brazos
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