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You ask if you are beautiful?A poem by John CarterFor what really defines beautiful, anyway? Is beautiful the colorful display of a flowered bouquet; Or is it the fresh air scent on a rainy day? Is beautiful the affectionate look in a pet’s loving eyes; Or is it the kaleidoscopic array of the morning’s sunrise? Is beautiful the feelings you enjoy with a new car’s pep; Or could it be more the joy experienced with a new dance step? Is beautiful the complete happiness a lover allows you to feel; Or could it be the tasteful ecstasy of a home cooked meal? Is beautiful the sight of birds soaring on the wind; Or is beautiful more like the caring ear of a cherished friend? You ask if you are beautiful, and I might be forced to say no; Because these beautiful things pale - when compared to your special glow. John C. Carter © 2007 |