A small mole on her cheek

eyes that look into a soul,

a smile that can make an angel sing

just a Beauty that I know

Kindness rests on her pillow at night

song about Carolina plays in my mind,

an old song when I see her plays

buried treasure I was meant to find

If all the Beauty that men could write

could be put into a single book,

none would compare to the Beauty

I see with just a single look

Just a Beauty that I know

to be held be her would be poetry,

yet I'm just a man walking by

she lives in a world, far from me

But I thank God for His Design

in creating a woman of sweet face,

women like her make poets like me

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