Beauty by Logan Reed

It is her I see,
her beauty amazes me,
what will set me free,
from the spell she cast,
am I gonna last,
I don't want to speak to fast.
Her radiance hurts my eyes,
I keep the truth and not the lies,
should I get up and try,
her gaze seems to bind,
it is her I wish to find,
Thanking God I'm not blind,
I must not be meak,
I must not be weak,
I must obtain what I seek,
I swear,
I would care,
I would always there,
bringing me from despair,
this I declare,
to one so fair.
--Logan Reed

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