The Hidden Jewel Poem by John Thorkild Ellison

The Hidden Jewel



How would the young men guess
That this middle-aged mother-of-three
With the lines of care on her face
Is the most beautiful woman I know?
I look at her each day and I confess
She looks no longer young, and the signs of stress
Which age gives each of us
Have not spared her.
Yet I gaze and gaze and long to caress
Her less than perfect skin, and in her form
I see a special secret loveliness
Unnoticed by the crowd.
There's nothing I can do unless
I cry out loud 'love ISN'T blind! !
Ignore her if you will! It is your loss!
She is the crown of womankind
And I have seen REAL beauty! ! '

Tuesday, January 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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