A poem (sonet) About loving the self, loving who God has made us to be, always appreciating the self.
Many crown themselves judges of their beauty and cast themselves in the hell of the unworthy of approval for beauty. This is a sole reason for demotivation, hatrade and, frustration of destinies.
Peculiar, not pejoratively saying Tapestrated by his own diligence Revelationary knit and woven by his fabric A marvel so wonderful He beholds
Datum of heavens perfect beauty Not the world's pixelated pageantry Yours lies in the mind of the creator Of both words, language and worlds
Copyrighted to his likeness alone Not in Peach and petulancy of petunia But the real shade of his glorious nature That radiates always from your countenance Than a green forest meadow bathed in light.
Exo prejudices a work of vanity Even from within your porch So awaken to the sheen my Queen And preen to the beauty within my King