"Joanna's Poems"
Beauty comes in the dew,
Of the early morn.
Beauty comes in the cry,
Of a baby just born.
Beauty comes in the first
Of the winter snows.
Beauty comes in the petals,
Of the wild red rose.
But true beauty comes,
From deep within your heart.
It takes pure honest love,
To make it start.
Some people measure,
Their worth in gold.
Not on how they love,
Or the love they hold.
Instead of finding love to give,
They see what they can gain,
And in the process lose their love,
And find a deeper pain.
Some people feel,
That love is only take,
And in their false believe
They find pain and heartache.
But if you can look beyond yourself,
And simply find your heart,
You will find that is where,
True love will always start.
The truth of love,
Is there in your.
And this I know,
To be true;
Love is not what you get,
Love is what you do.
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