I Sort Beauty, Until I Found Her
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she looked at me
True beauty is in her eyes
Her eyes melted my heart
Oh.. how she made my heart settle
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she was herself to me
True beauty means no pretence
Her natural self made me see beauty in her
Oh.. how she exposed a beautiful heart
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she accepted me
True beauty means true love
Her acts of love made me see love in her
Oh.. how she proved a lovely companion
I sort beauty, until I found her
It was in the way she talked about our future
True beauty means graceful talk
Her character showed a lady of grace
Oh.. how she'll be my child's graceful mother
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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1 Bi said on 22 June 2018: |
| Beautiful... |
2 Emily said on 15 August 2019: |
| Waoh! Encouraging poems. Keep up Nyota |
3 Milkah said on 15 August 2019: |
| Nice piece ???????? |
4 Carol said on 15 August 2019: |
| Waoh! It was true beauty from within. |
5 Lily said on 19 August 2019: |
| Awesome ???? |
6 Caroline said on 01 June 2020: |
| nicely put |
7 Terry said on 13 September 2020: |
| A nice one. |
8 Elsy Kawira said on 06 November 2020: |
| Awesome |
9 Geraldine Gathoni said on 08 November 2020: |
| Baibe...too say im impressed is an understatement. You are the unique man. Every layer everyday more to love...much more. i Thank GOD we met. |
10 Miriam sankok said on 26 January 2021: |
| Hallo nelson I hope you are doing good I am so impressed with your with your idea of every poem do you remember me? |