Unsung Beauty

Careworn jeans

And seldom sported frocks,

Provided the façade for a girl

Gentle of demeanour,

Yet serious of thought.

 

With furtive glance,

Yet sincere smile,

She resonated with loyalty,

Known by many,

Yet returned by a precious few.

 

An ailing heart

She did possess,

With a yearning,

 To confide in;

Those that she loved best.

 

And here I wait,

With replenished hope,

To laugh along

With a girl

Of unsung beauty.

 

Reviews

[Nadia B.]

May they sing reviews of your poem so that it does not remain unsung, keep writing!

[lashane cooray]

the person i wrote this for died too young. she was an inspiration to us all i just hope that this poem does her justice.

[Nadia B.]

Rest assured, this poem brings her back to life, and so she will live forever. Your words have built a statue for her, not a tombstone, but a pillar. So that who she was, because of you, continues to exist and inspire others. I am so sorry for your loss, but I hope she continues to live in your memory...there is a beautiful saying..."Gone, but not forgotten." ...a part of me can't help imagine that when you go to battle, she is watching over you, your own private little guardian angel.