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Lending Beauty

People think the poet is so grand,
But the beauty is in the lady
Rather than in the poet's head or hand.

I don't think diamonds are divine
Except when they are graced
By the hand of that lady of mine.

Rubies and sapphires are just as bland
Until I see them sitting pretty
Upon her satin soft hand.

Even strawberries are bitter, my friend,
That is true only
Until I taste them on her lips again.

She lends her beauty to everything around.
She has plenty to lend.
Her endless beauty abounds.

By: Anthony AJ Jackson 7-15-99 11:10a.m.