Beautiful Rhyme

BEAUTIFUL RHYME

With this mind,
I come up with lines
That soon become
A beautiful Rhyme.

With these hands,
I hold the pen
That writes the words
That comes from my mind.

With these fingers,
I type the words,
And the rhymes,
So that others may see,
These poems I weave.

With my heart,
And my soul,
I feel the things,
That these words show.

I close my eyes,
And I see,
All the things,
That I write, and read.

With these poems,
I touch the hearts,
Of many friends,
And Strangers alike.

©Copyright March 31, 2003 by Danielle N. Calhoun