Wish I could claim this one as my own, but I can't though it does remind me of someone I like a lot haha...
Beauty, in all fairness, is a gift in itself.
A quality which is most often, stowed on a shelf.
People forget, disregard, and even neglect.
But that very same attribute chose you to infect.
As did intelligence, passion and ultimately joy,
Like an angel you are, innocent yet coy.
Love freely seeks you, fueled by that soul.
Someone you'll find, you'll cherish and console.
You will, you have, you don't even know it.
You've captured the heart of this fair poet.
That brings about the end this poem of glee.
But not the end of you, and not the end of me.
We keep kicking, fighting, right to the end.
Where we, you and me, can only transcend.
-pequ-pixelfan
Beauty, in all fairness, is a gift in itself.
A quality which is most often, stowed on a shelf.
People forget, disregard, and even neglect.
But that very same attribute chose you to infect.
As did intelligence, passion and ultimately joy,
Like an angel you are, innocent yet coy.
Love freely seeks you, fueled by that soul.
Someone you'll find, you'll cherish and console.
You will, you have, you don't even know it.
You've captured the heart of this fair poet.
That brings about the end this poem of glee.
But not the end of you, and not the end of me.
We keep kicking, fighting, right to the end.
Where we, you and me, can only transcend.
-pequ-pixelfan
