A Loveliness that's deep and rare
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is like a rose which blooms afresh
with a glow that is fresh and fair;
lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it thrives in sunlight without care
as earth and sky fuse and enmesh.
It's vital force is hard to find
unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its ease and with its mind
it quells my swelling discontent.
As it breathes (softly from behind),
its words sound rich and eloquent.
Its beauty transcends the locus
and breadth of the thoughts of my soul
with clear, otherworldly focus
that makes my mind and spirit whole:
without it the world seems callous
and grace would not be in control.
"To have the soul of a poet is to feel with the mind, and to think with the heart."