Beauty Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

Soft and smooth and silky skin.
Not jagged and rough like mine.
Tender and full and perfect lips,
That taste more like fine wine.

Teeth are straight and perfect white,
She cares for them every day.
I usually always forgot to brush.
That's why mine went away.

Hands so small and slender.
They fit inside of mine.
They have a soft and tender touch.
We hold hands all the time.

Her voice so sweetly calls my name,
And melts my heart like butter.
The butterflies in my stomach still
Fly around and tickle and flutter.

Her hair upon her perfect head
I wish could wear a crown.
Brunette and beautiful always,
With some gray mixed in with brown.

The gray I suppose I put there.
It simply can't be just age.
If I had to do it all over again,
Her pedestal could be my stage.

Then her eyes that grabbed me first
With a smile upon her face,
Were better than streams of diamonds.
And started my loving race.

What can I say about her legs
Beneath the culottes she wore?
Were soft and smooth and beautiful,
Like the sundown at a shore.

Beauty is not what a mirror sees.
It's the smile seen on your face.
It's the amount of love held in your heart.
You are beautiful with warmth and grace.