Brie Carter (March 12,1994 / Dalton)

I look through the window and see in the skies
The beautiful blueness of your beautiful eyes

I look at the bark of a tree and the brown I see there
Is the beautiful browness of your beautiful hair

I look at the ocean as the wave rips
And I see beautiful roundness to your beautiful hips

I listen to the radio and with every station choice
I hear the beautiful sharpness of your beautiful voice

I listen to the breeze and the storm in the sky
I hear the cowardice shake in my cowardice sigh

Because though you look beautiful and sound beautiful too
I could never be brave enough to ask that question to you