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Cuteness Inside
11 July 2006

Her eyes, her face
her smile, the cuteness inside.
This beautiful child God made,
where deepness was softness
and understanding was sweet

Her soul, restless, yet rejoicing,
as if everything rested upon a starlit night.
Far away, in that place between her eyes,
deep within a mind, so pure to ponder.

Her lips, her preciousness,
a gem of verdite to respond.
She was everything to that of joy,
a smile for pleasure, an understanding for love.

Destiny and destination, the soul, the truth,
the child, the mother, her gentleness profound.
The tale of a picture, a photograph upon the wind,
her eyes, her face, her smile and her cuteness inside

“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries,
and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove
mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. Charity never faileth: but
whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues,
they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For
we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is
perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I
was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a
child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we
see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part;
but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith,
hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
1 Corinthians 13: 2, 8-13 KJV


© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

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