A Work Of Art


The most beautiful person I know
Loves the songs of silent trees
Sometimes plays with angels in the snow
Makes one wonder what she sees
(in me)
There are thoughts both light and dark
Words whispering like the sea
Some are written as a lark
Others sound like destiny 
(yet she)
Always understands however far apart
What it is I try to say or guess
When she smiles like Heaven in a dress
To me she is no less than a work of art
(only)
She may reach the frozen ground beneath my soul
Where someone died once a thousand years ago
Playing with shadows in the snow
The most beautiful person I know
(loves me)












Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-02-06 at 15:07

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
One among your best, I think. I like the softness that your words put through. Very beautiful, indeed. Thanks.
2014-02-07


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Well-crafted and stunningly beautiful... *applause*
2014-02-06


Chaucer Whethers
Thank you to Nabeela, this is so.
2014-02-06


Nabeela Altaf
This is beautiful and sad at the same time.
2014-02-06