B e A u T i F u L y O u

       
           10: 46 PM                                                                                                           M.T.

B e A u T i F u L y O u 

In the smile on your face

Is where beauty meets grace

 In the innocence of your eyes

 Someone’s silent mornings rise

 To your picture on my wall

Whispering I often call

To see if you know

 In my dreams, every day you show

Once traveling the world with you

 There's so much to say, so much to do

  A little cotton white sheep

To hold it in your arms so keenly you weep

 And on a cool summer night in June

  Singing your melody to the moon

In dreams of your reflections together we grow

 The more I dream the more I know

 But once I saw a tragic play

The lover to the beloved never had a say

Of a world where lovers never met

 The world as a stage was all set

He wrote to her of love so much

Without a word or a touch

She left him a love note

That never found a reader and never found a quote

 Unto this truth if I am to live

 The prose of my love I would still sometimes give