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True Heroes |
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I've known many beautiful people, And have envied their charm and grace. I've dreamed that I could too possess The gift of a lovely face. But through the years I've discovered The true meaning that beauty holds. It's not the outward man that counts, But the condition of our hearts and souls. It's rare that we find a person With beauty within and without. Such a friend should be admired, And never carelessly cast about. She can see the lovely rainbow Just after the storm ends When your heart is filled with sorrow It's her love that heals and mends. She gives a part of herself away When she presents you with lovely gifts. Her love and kindness are boundless And your spirit she always lifts. Not only is her heart unselfish, But her face holds beauty too. So often I've wished to be like her In all that I say and do. We often choose as our hero A person we'd most like to be. Through this poem, I hoped to convey The hero you are to me. |
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Copyright 2000, by Deean G. Strecker |
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