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PREEN OF THE SHEEN QUEEN




A poem (sonet) About loving the self, loving who God has made us to be, always appreciating the self.



Many crown themselves judges of their beauty and cast themselves in the hell of the unworthy of approval for beauty. This is a sole reason for demotivation, hatrade and, frustration of destinies.



Peculiar, not pejoratively saying
Tapestrated by his own diligence
Revelationary knit and woven by his fabric
A marvel so wonderful He beholds



Datum of heavens perfect beauty
Not the world's pixelated pageantry
Yours lies in the mind of the creator
Of both words, language and worlds



Copyrighted to his likeness alone
Not in Peach and petulancy of petunia
But the real shade of his glorious nature
That radiates always from your countenance
Than a green forest meadow bathed in light. 



Exo prejudices a work of vanity
Even from within your porch
So awaken to the sheen my Queen
And preen to the beauty within my King




©Dtreasure [TWP]

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