If beauty had a song,
it would begin with your name.
I sing about loving you,
with joy I proclaim.
My heart rate increases,
as you fuel each beat.
Your beautiful body,
is so tender and sweet.
For all of eternity,
at you I could stare.
It’s a beautiful thing,
the love that we share.
Your luscious lips,
consume my whole mind.
When I’m thinking of you,
I see nothing else – I am blind.
All the beauty on earth,
shall never compare.
To that look in your eyes,
with wind in your hair.
By Sian Mein
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