True beauty

A mans passion starts by a single glorious creature

He met her in the middle of September.

He adored her deeply more than anyone could ever imagine.

She was his delicate rose. His sweet pot of honey.

He looked at her and  thought of a luminous white daisie in the middle of summer ,

She was as graceful as a swaying oak tree and as beautiful as a dove.

She was so flawless she had  outdone the air long ago.

She gave him his passion for photography and was the first elegant butterfly on his lens.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J.S. Pua]

i like the last three lines..
great work..

[abigail elizabeth]

I like it, it's sweet =)

[BlueEyedBandit]

I like the theme of using nature to discribe her beauty. Nature in istelf is one of the most amazing beauties that we often seem to take for granted, but when one actually stops and notices, they're awe struck. I like this.

[Willow B. Coldfeather]

i really enjoyed this,
the imagery was awesome, i could picture everything,
i love the ending! it really ties things together (:

[Crowley]

I like yours better....This was beautiful, His sweet pot of honey...nice description, and the last line is awesome. One thing...second to last line - elegant. Awesome write Girly Q, I loved it.

[Tony]

Wonderful build up to the surprise ending-- and elegant imagery throughout. All in all you create a pleasant summery read, well done!

Makosica

[Warick Ten Bohmer]

Wow that's pretty strong imagery right there. I actually was starting to think it was clichéd and corny but by the time I had finished reading I was impressed with the poem as a whole.