Tears of joy,
love and intellect both,
beyond comprehension,
without measure,
she already knows what in life to treasure.
Pollyanna,
naivety,
perfect characteristics,
roses in the cheeks,
from her unto me.
No matter the trial,
she's resilient,
a gift to the world,
a world undeserving.
Slow to anger,
quick to trust,
never to hate,
always forgiving.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Tears of joy,
love and intellect both,
beyond comprehension,
without measure,
she already knows what in life to treasure.
Pollyanna,
naivety,
perfect characteristics,
roses in the cheeks,
from her unto me.
No matter the trial,
she's resilient,
a gift to the world,
a world undeserving.
Slow to anger,
quick to trust,
never to hate,
always forgiving.
A.P. Beckstead (2013)
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