Wakes at five to head for a run <br />She does three miles each morn <br />And dusk, before & after the sun <br />Till beads of sweat adorn <br /> <br />The day, she chews ever so hardly <br />Purges hunger with water <br />Consume nothing, but hunger so madly <br />Consuming: the thirst for slender <br /> <br />Her clothes in it most men glance twice <br />But do they know what's under? <br />To them, a'lil under will suffice <br />But what about much deeper? <br /> <br />Pity, only the rare'll perceive <br />The merit that is underneath <br /> <br />18 April 2008 <br />Written for a very good friend.<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beautiful-39/
