Eleven Poem by Grace Galeon

Eleven



Elegance and beauty I do not behold
Uncanny in some ways more precious than gold
No near to smooth and delicate hands you hold
The affection you pour out is hot not cold

With all the scars and imperfections you see
Unlikely to be that I'm your cup of tea
Form, glamour, color you base not on those three
But the resonance of the heart within me

Wednesday, December 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: acceptance,love,perception
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jr Cuyam 15 December 2018

Maayo gyud uy. Still a fan here :)

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Gajanan Mishra 12 December 2018

I am your cup of tea, good one

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