david bailey

(4/30/1991 / manhatten)

Jasmine


Beautiful you were
Beautiful you are
Beautiful you will remain
Beauty on the outside
Not as precious as
Beauty on the inside
You retain both in perfect
Balance and abstain from
The evils of attitude your
Outer beauty is covering
Your worries and fear
To smile through tears
Your inner beauty is
Marred by this for
You hold everything
Within let go let love
Let me let god I owe
You happiness for
You have gave me
Plenty so I must
Say jasmine please
Let me in

Submitted: Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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  • Anjali Sinha (8/6/2009 12:41:00 PM)

    wow
    good poem
    if jasmine is a name
    then its a lovely name
    if your referring to that flower
    then its my favourite one
    very fragrant
    and lovely
    -10 anjali (Report) Reply

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