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Timothy Honeycutt Beauty - Poem by Timothy Honeycutt I am devastated by your beauty daily— I wonder what God had in mind to torment men on this earth to look upon such beauty as yours on this earth. Much like the forbidden flower of Eden so beautiful but so far from my reach. I see the ghost of sympathy in men’s eyes when they look upon your beauty. To not touch such beauty it like a garden among the summer sun with no rain to nourish it only to wither in the heat of the sun. I understand you belong to another and are not meant for me. I say things are for the best, but my heart belies my words. Devastated by your beauty. I try to find beauty in other things, other faces, but still wonder the earth looking for such beauty. I see now I shall wonder for a eternity looking for such beauty as yours. Comments about Beauty by Timothy Honeycutt Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Timothy Honeycutt's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl
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Brandy Avery ~ ~ Untitled - Poem by Brandy Avery Liopaí ar do mhuineál, longs, mo theanga do do chomhlacht, a shealbhú mo lámha agat thart ar do waist, drámaí candlelight ar do chraiceann chomh dána.. Mé gar mo shúile agus cuimhneamh do blas. Ar oíche balmy chuala muid an ghaoth whisper ár n-ainmneacha cosúil le síoda, táim chun tú féin agus do chuid súl Shine, struchtúr mheabhrach an ghrá Tá mé tógtha! , Conas a d'fhéadfadh ar bith eile a bheith níos sublime. Is ea thagann impartation meabhrach de chaisleán le bunús domhain, pian agus brón a fhios agam, ach gan leisce orm sweep, eagla agus Moilleadóireacht mar na sionnaigh beag go spoil an vine, áilleacht den sórt sin agus faisnéis, chun dom go bhfuil tú Devine. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ ~ Untitled by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost Television Roald Dahl