'Love, How Beautiful Is She' Poem by robert john bayoneta

Love, how beautiful is she
when you can learn to let go,
when you can be finally free.
How beautiful is she,
how beautiful it can be
when its every tear is real,
when heaven is so sure.
How beautiful is she,
when the moon sets its course
and lovers become a believer.
With every promises in her lips,
when sceneries is with her,
how beautiful is she.
Her every phrases is so pure
it fills every lover's senses,
how beautiful is she
when flow'rs is about to bloom,
how beautiful it can be
when God is with them all.