While She's Sleeping

I'm writing this late While my beauty is sleeping I wonder if she sees Me gradually peeking I keep Looking for inspiration But it isn't hard to find When you got a young woman like mine I know they say that fine wine gets better with time But... I must be blind ?? Are you sure it can get better? Or has someone been lying From head to toe she's bad like stormy weather From sunrise to sunset her beauty can't be measured She's as delicate as a feather So I treat her with care She's worth the world to me From every strain of every hair And Even though everyone has flaws I Love her Abundantly Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder And I see her in hd