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 Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 12:01 am
A woman's beauty is not measured by
How much she weighs on ones eye
But on the trueness of her heart
And will doth not break apart.
A womans beauty is not measured from
Dyed hair, Its style, Her comb
But with her God made hair
Long , black as the moon's mare.
A woman's beauty is not calculated
With false words her neighbors mouthed
Just in her self she knows true
And with pride shell walk all those through.
A woman's beauty is not diminished
By how her youth slowly flourished,
Whilst all these, A woman's beauty simply lies
In the siblings she carried and raised until she dies.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 9:30 am
Beauty created by a persons actions and feelings, there are no other words needed, this poems says it all. Great job
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 5:21 pm
A bit of a confusing read at points, but overall, a very sweet poem about being true to one's self and finding worth in yourself. Good job!
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