You pick a flower;
a beatiful rose.
You get a thorn,
blood like water from a hose.
Every beautiful thing
in life,
Comes from a God,
who loves beauty.
If there is pain,
in the beautiful,
We have to wonder,
is it worth the cost.
Beauty is in the eye of
the beholder.
Beauty is in a childs face,
escpacially your childs.
Beauty is a new sun sunrise,
with a day full of
excitement behind it.
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