More than words can describe,
Yet its in the unspoken word that your beauty becomes visible.
Not enough to witness,
But everything to behold.
Eyes, almond in their shape,
Can look deep into ones soul with gems so brown.
Lips, a perfect cupid's bow,
Pull into a smile that could blind the sun itself as gloriness shines forth.
Skin, a rich chocolate,
Rough around the edges, but smooth where it needs to be.
To actually behold such beauty,
Is a blessing in disguies.
And it is your beauty, for which my eyes,
Have beheld such glory.
Yes. It is your beauty I wish to behold,
For the rest of my life.