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THE BEAUTY-----I SUPPOSE


THE BEAUTY OF A ROSE IS IT'S FLOWER,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF THIS POEM IS IT'S WORDS,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF DAY IS IT'S LIGHT,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF NIGHT IS IT'S MOON.
I SUPPOSE.



THE BEAUTY OF A THUNDERSTORM
IS IT'S RAINBOW,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF EARLY MORNING IS
IT'S DEW,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF SPRING IS HEARING
BIRDS SING,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF A SUMMER DAY IS
WARM BREEZES,
I SUPPOSE.



THE BEAUTY OF A AUTUMN DAY IS
IT'S LEAVES,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF A WINTER DAY IS IT'S SNOW,
I SUPPOSE.

THE BEAUTY OF YOU AND ME IS
THE DAY,
I PROPOSED.

THE BEAUTY OF YOU AND ME IS THE
DAY, WE WED, AND I DON'T SUPPOSE !!!!!



BARBARA,
SO AFTER ALL IS WRITTEN
AND SAID, WHETHER IT BE WRITTEN
ABOUT A FLOWER OR A SEASON,
THE END RESULT IS I LOVE YOU,
AND YOU ARE THE BEAUTY IN "WE".

LOVE ALWAYS,
YOUR BILL.

BARBARA AND BILL FOREVER