Beauty is defined in many ways,
Looks, music, dancing sways.
There is the pull of vainty,
The soaring flight of birds.
The flow of the artist's brush,
And then there is the written word.
Whose beauty is measured not by the mirror,
Through the tongue nor the ear.
The word is a pleasure to the mind,
Where our deepest feelings are confined.
Then there are those who express it best.
Through their imagination,
To our hearts beating wildly within our chest.
Whether to escape on adventure,
To lands beyond our grasp.
Or to captivate us with emotion,
To reach out our hand and within poetry clasp.
Many writers will enrich the mind,
But only one can so throughly capture mine.
For she lives in a world that so few can see,
Her words dripping in such sweet melody.
In love with her writings I completely fell.
Be careful dearest friends,
For she shall put you Under Her Spell.
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