Purity
Beauty he seeks,
Beauty he achieved.
Fairest of heart,
Drizzling eyes,
Blood red lips,
And a soul hidden underneath her demise.
He didn't seek the beauty of her charming face,
Or lustful lips,
Or soft eyes.
Beauty he seeks meant inner heart of gold,
Made by the Lord myself.
A heart meant for affection,
And protection.
A heart that will complete his shadow of the day,
And warmth in the darkness of the night.
A love so real,
It's too much to deal.
Finally, being able to find peace,
In the ease of the light.
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