The Amaranth

You are beautiful,
No matter what they say,
The way you move...
The way you sway.

The very sight of you,
Is like gazing upon a radiant star,
And I bet you already knew...
That they gaze upon you from afar.

The moment they lay their eyes on you,
They become captivated like a siren's call,
Their attractions for you are anything but few,
And you become the reason why these high men fall.

You are the enchantress who cast the spell,
Making them fall for their ruseful lust,
Making life for them a miserable hell,
Becoming their pillar of trust.

They are mesmerized by your eyes,
And bewitched by your smile,
They can't help but to let out a sigh,
Because they are entranced by your unique sense of style.

You are the never fading Amaranth in the hearts of all men,
You are their Amaranthine,
And become their everything.

You are truly a beauty,
Here to tame the hearts of all beasts,
And it is your rightful duty,
To attend to all their feasts.

And I don't know who could let you go...
To leave you all alone...
They had to be blind and did not know,
That all your beauty out shines even a rose.

So thank you my friend,
For supporting me from my beginning and to the day this ends.

And remember,

When you are put down and want to cry or even when you are just down in the blue,
Just take a look at this poem and remember... it was written just for you.

~*Ego Sum Dignus*~

-- Karen Turner