As You Give Me Beauty Poem by Charles Karia

As you make me depart, this warm womb spa,
So beautiful I'm made, graceful than my peers.
Young and tiny though, today on this beauty I pray.
One thing I ask about this body, please don't say no;
Undesirable pride, that roving eye, lust impromptu;
Give me grace to fight, these vices and anything,
Interfering with myappointed lifejourney as I ski,
Vrooming my life car with your spirit in great a rev.
Even though pretty, endowed greatly on the face
Make me beautiful inside, lest I become a dam.
Every Tom, Singh and Harry, or the infernal ogre
Baths in, owns, rents awhile; always enjoys toscrub.
Establisha thirst in me, always to seek your face
And I won't be just another; Jane, Mary or Rita.
Under you I will preach, all the way to Timbuktu,
Till I accomplish what, you assigned in your court,
You will get honour thus, till I return to your glory.