Beautiful You

I stop, stare

And look around me

And what do I see

But only the most

Beautiful set of eyes

Which sparkle

And shine

Brighter and brighter

A most dazeling sight

Compared to a full moons light

At night

Those lips of gold

Tell stories untold

Waiting and wanting

For someone to behold

And whose hair

But can't he;b but to

Glide and glisten

Forsaking us to listen

For your words

Tell a tale untwined

And whose ears

Could only listen

And forsake to misten

Off of words set to glisten

All thsoe be characters divine

Of who I wish

To be mine