Beautiful People

From left to right,

I see nothing but beautiful people in my sight

From the swing of their hips

And the curve of their lips

And every shade between dark and light

Each individual their own shade of unique

And nothing that they dont possess do they ever seek

Because they are their own carving of decadence and eloquence

And every beauty mark, freckle, or mole makes every bit of sense

Im speaking of beings that walk their own walk and talk their own talk

That can either be as short as a bean or as tall as the stalk

And every which way they glow of radience

And voices from near and far have their own melodic cadence

I stare in awe because this is you and I

I mean can you ever say you've seen something any more perfect pass you by?

Something more intricate than the human makeup itself

And I don't mean the generics you'll find high upon the shelf

So look to your left and look to your right

I promise you'll see nothing but beautiful people in your sight