Her Beauty

Looking into your eyes,
I find this to be true:
No one can talk of beauty
Unless they talk of you.

Past poets, with grand verses…
Didn’t have a clue.
They couldn’t talk of beauty:
For they never knew you.

Super models, called pretty,
And beautiful too…
They aren’t. Want to know beauty?
It’s a monopoly owned by you.

Miss City, Country, World…
Some titles will have to undo.
They shouldn’t have bothered
Until the birth of you

The famous, then and now,
All of history through…
All second place, I’m afraid,
To the most beautiful you.

Dictionaries need rewriting
(There’s a slight error there too…)
Next to the word ‘Beauty’
They should’ve really put you.

21st December, 2003

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