Treasure Island

Reya Anya

(22-09-91 / Ireland)

Just You


Beauty is a leafy tree
And the gentle breeze that moves it
It's the swelling of a saphire tide
As the graceful fish swim through it

Beauty is both common and rare
It goes right to the core
It lifts you up above the clouds
And leaves you wanting more

It's a gentle ray of sunshine
It's a smile that makes you weak
It's the pitter patter of raindrops
It's the words of love you speak

The most perfect beauty of all
Is raw and bare and bruised
It's the beauty when I close my eyes
And all I see is you.

Submitted: Thursday, August 14, 2008
Edited: Thursday, August 14, 2008

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  • marvin brato (8/14/2008 11:07:00 PM)

    Explicit description of beauty, now I understood that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder... even when closed! A 10. (Report) Reply

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