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Dark brown, or is it
Chestnut? Little matter. It sings,
It flows - as if woven with
Music.
The gentle strands seam together
In beauty pure, as if composed
By God. And certainly, it
Must be so.
For only God can create eyes
That twinkle, like the heavenly stars
Themselves.... and a smile with radiance
Like the sun.
As surely as if gazing into the
Sun, to gaze at her smile will
Blind. And it's a blindness
I'll welcome.
And if inside, in her
Heart, her Mind, her Soul,
She's as much as she is out,
Then all the world is blessed.
She is the essence of beauty
Beauty is the essence of her.
And somewhere, a heart is happy
This world's, this one, already is.
Reid Stanley
October, 1992
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