Because thee don't behold liketh any oth'r,
Because thy features don't matcheth h'rs,
Doth not hate yourself.
Because she's madeth in a c'rtain way
and you're madeth in anoth'r,
Doth not misprise yourself.
Because thou art quite quaint the way thou art,
Because thou art distinctive,
Doth not misprise thy self.
Doth not misprise yourself, but loveth t.
Thou art a gift,
Thou art a diamond,
Thou art unique.
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Emotions Of a Pen
Poetry"We will forever be friends, my pen and I." The mind and the heart pass it on to the pen and the pen tells their story, poetically, to the paper. The paper shares the story with the eyes of the one that owns the mind and heart then passes it on to t...
