True Beauty

Gently rolling hills,
Soft breezes,
A clearing within the forest.
Flowers along the treeline,
A small stream flowing peacefully from the Earth.
This is true beauty,
The serenity of nature,
A place you never wish to leave,
For love grows and blossoms here,
It fills the air,
Gives life to all that is.
This is the most beautiful place that ever was,
And I have seen it.
In Your eyes,
And in Your heart.

by Marshall J. Fletcher

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