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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder She was not beautiful. Nothing about her was extraordinary. Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd. She grew up in a family of six. The eldest, she learnt responsibility at an early age. As she grew stronger, and brighter, She instilled a sort of light cheer to whomever she met. She was not beautiful. But she made others feel beautiful about themselves. She meets a rebel boy who thinks he’s all man. Befriending him, she teaches him how to read, A little boost the man needed to go to college. They became friends fast
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The "man" then finds himself in a dilemma He soon found himself in love with a girl. A girl so beautiful, she turned even the grouchiest men’s head. Her hair was a halo of light around her, Her eyes the bluest blue of ocean. Like an angel he tells his tutor Like a beautiful angel. The girl swallows a lump at her throat She was not beautiful She did not possess the heart of the one she loved But she did not care. As long as he was happy, She would be or so she tried to. She helped him write the most beautiful letter to his angel All the time envisioning that it was she herself Receiving those very letters. And so the girl helped him choose the right words, Buy the right gifts for his angel His angel brought him much joy And much pain to the girl who cried behind her smiles. But that never stopped her from giving more Than she will ever receive. Then one day, all hell broke loose The angel he loved left him for another man, A richer, more successful man. The boy was stunned He was so hurt he did not speak for days The girl went to him He cried on her shoulder and she cried with him He hurt and so did she. Time went by. And so the wounds heal. The boy realizes something about his friend/tutor He never realized before. How her laughter sounded heavenly Or how her smiles brightened up the darkest days. Or simply how beautiful, yes beautiful she looked to him! Beautiful. This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him. And he began to fall. Fall so in love with this beautiful girl. On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her. He walked to her house, nervous and fidgeting. Running his thoughts over and over in his head. He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her. He knocked. No one was home. The next day he found out, The beautiful girl he fell in love with had brain aneurysm That put her into a coma. The doctors were grim and the family decided to let her go. One final time he got to see her. He held her hand. He stroked her hair, And he cried for this beautiful girl. He cried for he will never see her smile Or hear her speak his name He cried. But it was too late. The beautiful girl was buried and the heavens broke out In a beautiful spring shower, a cry for their loss. She was the most beautiful girl in the world. Look around you. Aren’t there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look A real good look or you might miss out On that beautiful person. — Author unknown * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Forever In 1945, there was a young boy of 14 in a concentration camp. He was tall, thin but had a bright smile. Every day, a young girl came by on the other side of the fence. She noticed the boy and asked him if he spoke Polish, and he said yes. She said he’d looked hungry, and he said he was. She then reached in her pocket and gave him her apple. He thanked her and she went on her way. The next day, she came by again, bringing with her another apple which she gave him. Each day, she walked by the outside of the fence, hoping to see him, and when she did, she happily handed him an apple in exchange for conversation. One day, he told her not to come by anymore. He told her he was being shipped to another concentration camp. As he walked away with tears streaming down his face, he wondered if he’d ever see her again. She was the only kind soul he’d seen across the fence. He made it out of the concentration camp, and immigrated to America. In 1957, his friends had fixed him up on a blind date. He had no idea who the woman was. He picked her up, and during dinner began talking of Poland and the concentration camp. She said she was in Poland at that time. She said she used to talk to a boy and gave him apples daily. He asked if this boy was tall, skinny and if he had told her that she shouldn’t come back because he was leaving. She said yes. It was her, the young girl who came by every day to give him apples. After 12 years, after the war and in another country.....they had met again. What are the odds? He proposed to her on that very night and told her he’d never again let her go. They are still happily married today. Now that, my friends, is a love story. Miracles do happen, and there is a greater force at work in our lives. — Author unknown (Culled from the Net) |
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