Treasure Island

Ethan Kingsley


Because You Are Beautiful


Because you're Beautiful this poem's addressed to you
Because you're beautiful no matter whatyou do
Because you're beautiful the sun rises every day
Because you're beautiful the mist shrouds a dreamy day
Because you're beautiful a blossom blooms and holds its scent
Because you're beautiful songs sung in your heart are meant
Because you're beautiful reflections shine and glint
Because you're beautiful [oems are written
Heaven sent
Because you are beautiful this is all that this poem's said
Just in case you may have any doubt
This poem's heaven sent to tell you you are beautiful
And that is what this poem is about.
You being beautiful

Submitted: Saturday, April 28, 2012
Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012

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