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