Beleza

 Her beauty is,

Her sustenance.

Nature's beauty 

Is a true romance.

In all those birds

Chirping again,

And the flowers,

Blooming in the rain.

In all the trees

with the green smile,

lies the beauty

in every mile.

To the person 

down the sea,

That seeks the beauty,

in the garden bee.

You're the one,

Oh! so sweet,

More than the honey 

that you eat.


In the sky

That's so high,

You admire the charm

Like glitter in the eye.

You are the one

With lots of love

Admiring the beauty

of that white dove.

You're the one

Perfect for this world,

And the sun

For the unloved.


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