THEY SAY . . .
They say
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
So I long to hold her,
And caress the essence of her presence,
To embrace the very nature of my love,
To shelter her from the storms of life,
To thank God for this beauty that appears within thine sight,
They say
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
For these arms long to hold her,
And never let her go,
Royalty she is to me,
Naturally it seems to show,
As her smile brings sunshine into existence,
This is why I just can’t seem to keep my distance,
Her sweet songs she sings are angelic as I listen,
For her beauty is much more than exterior,
It is propelled by qualities deep within,
That never seems to know an end.
They say
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
When she’s tired, there is a place for her head to rest,
On my shoulders,
When no one seems to understand,
I’ll be her number one fan,
For she is my warm day in May,
Even in December,
I have been capture by her beauty,
Naw, I think I just surrendered.
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