Beauty is a sunset or a rise <br />On a breath Taking day <br />And like snow covered mountains <br />With peaks where the clouds lay <br /> <br />Beauty is a seasonal poppy <br />Stranded on a road side <br />Presenting its definition <br />Unknowingly glowing with pride <br /> <br />Beauty is a rainy day <br />When a day is clear and bright <br />Lining the sky with colours <br />And bowing within your sight <br /> <br />Beauty is many of things <br />Some remain untold <br />But one I yet not mentioned <br />Is the one of the hand I hold <br /> <br />For this beauty is different <br />This beauty is so divine <br />And I promise to travel a journey <br />With this beautiful wife of mine <br /> <br />©Copyright Anna Andrews 2010<br /><br />Anna Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hand-of-beauty/
