My Own

Dedicated to the girl that I know I am bound to meet someday...

By: Daniel Philip Thompson

My love she hasnt beauty, like that of a rose.

She hasnt hair spun like gold, or eyes that shine when closed.

She hasnt lots of money, or lovely things to wear.

Nor has she pretty vocals; her face is not so fair.

Her bosom unspectacular, her hands are rough and bare.

Her rear it hasnt much appeal, her intellect is scarce.

She looks not like a goddess, and she doesnt seem to care.

Her muscle is quite masculine; her temper though is rare.

Yet deep down inside her soul, her heart is like a gem.

And love comes up and out of her, like a flowers stem.

My love she isnt beautiful, her body wont allure,

But when you look at whats inside, youll love her all the more.

The moral of this story, is actually quite clear,

The body loses beauty; the heart gains some each year.

So when you look around for love, make it true and free.

Remember to ignore good looks, and search for inward beauty.