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The Beauty of a Lifetime


There she was one day Sitting in the chair across the room She was smiling a smile that glows like the sun Her hair the color of a cool night sky Her eyes the color of the bark of the most beautiful tree Her personality the very definition of perfection Then I see a man sit beside her I finally catch myself I realize she will only exist in my mind Because she will never be mine
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