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Most Wonderful to Me

A beautiful woman isn't hard to find.

A beautiful soul is a find you can boast.

Very rarely these two qualities combine,

To form the angel who possesses them both.

An angel unaware of her beauty,

Yet shows it in her acts, every day.

Does all for her loved ones and expects nothing in return.

And provides for them all, in every way.

An angel who suffers insecurities.

Insecurities that do not exist.

Blind to her loveliness and beauteous ways,

She denies them all with instant resist.

And such a shame that it is, that she can not see,

The beauty she has, as if its a blur.

She continues on, unknowingly,

That there is no one as beautiful as her.

With the smile of an angel,

And love as vast as the sea.

She is a perfect image,

Of how all women should be.

With the strength of lion,

And a heart bigger then she,

She is a wonderful mother.

Most wonderful to me.

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alex-acosta
Guatemalan
Published
Apr 1, 2011
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