Treasure Island

Anita Atina


You Made Me Feel So Beautiful


Your kiss, your embrace, the way you touched me
I still shiver with delight
You made me feel so beautiful

The way your eyes held me
A rare feeling, when reality was more beautiful than dreams
You made me feel so beautiful

Your soft caress
Like you're touching the wings of a butterfly
You made me feel so beautiful

You gave yourself to me
And ignited my fire
You made me feel so beautiful

We laughed and kissed, discovering we liked the same things
Its rare to find a kindred spirit, in life’s rushed living
You made me feel so beautiful

I wish we could just lock ourselves away
On a seashore, with no such thing as time
And explore the world between us
You made me feel so beautiful

Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Edited: Monday, May 02, 2011

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