Thursday, April 7, 2011

Untitled (5/2008)

Why would I deserve you,
To even know your name?
You're a class all your own:
You put all others to shame.

For you are the definition of beauty
In both body and mind.
With your soft, gentle face
More beauty I'll never find.

I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so deep and brown.
I love the way you smile:
Like the brightest jewel in the brightest crown.

I think of you each morning,
And all throughout the day.
You hold in your hands a heart
That's never been given away.

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