Poem: Untitled

by Anne Beaudry

Copyright 1999

How can I compare your beauty?
To compare you to a rose is most unkind,
For a rose withers and fades
And your beauty is everlasting.

To whom shall I compare your beauty?
Shall I compare you to the Mona Lisa?
She is nothing but paint on a canvas
While your beauty is real and alive.

To compare your beauty to any earthly thing
Would be cruel and uncaring.
For your beauty transcends this earthly plane
And reaches far beyond the stars above.

Your beauty comes from within
Your spirit reaches through your mortal body
And shines like a beacon into the heavens
Providing compassion and love to all.