Brass and crass, <br />But a sculpted beauty <br />Is how she is <br />When she comes to me <br /> <br />I’ve touched her in ways <br />That she’s never known <br />And when she plays <br />She’s a child ungrown <br /> <br />Toughness born of need <br />Covers a softer core <br />And there she finds <br />That she’s so much more <br /> <br />Something that she <br />Never thought could be <br />And inner beauty <br />Is at last set free<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-31-for-tirana/
