And He Called Me "Beautiful"A Poem by Stacy PurvisIn memory of Shawn, a Beautiful Soul who was taken from all of us way too soon. Shawn had a way of making every person he crossed paths with to feel respected and Beautiful. To Shawn: My Best Friend.
As one door closes, another opens
Every day she’d grown so tired Of the things that life had thrown at her And of the sadness she’d endured Maddening It may be true that she’d gotten stronger But she doesn’t want to HAVE to be All she wants is to be caressed by The man who loves her and stop this Insanity And he called me beautiful He called me beautiful There he was standing in front her She’d seen him many times before But there was something different About him this time that allured her Quivering He grabbed her and hugged her as if He hadn’t seen her in a million years And something in her changed In that moment her pain went away Shivering Then he kissed her, deep and sweet She could feel it in her toes Her heart skipped a beat as he stood And lifted her face in his hands Sensually And she had never felt this way before Unfamiliar territory to tread As she looked into his eyes, butterflies Love like a roaring fire spread Beautiful © 2018 Stacy PurvisFeatured Review
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Added on March 4, 2017Last Updated on October 20, 2018 Tags: beautiful, love, life, beauty, truebeauty, xosassystaceox, poetry, poem, writer, writing AuthorStacy PurvisColumbus, OHAboutAltruistic Enigmatic Polymath | Writer, Poet, Actress, Musician, EMT, CNA, Phlebotomist. I'm an Artist. I paint pictures of the verbal kind.☕️❤️ 333 more..Writing
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