Treasure Island

Sam Moore


Your Beauty


Your beauty makes my heart skip a beat...
from the anticipation of when we meet,
Your beauty knows no height,
Your beauty is my delight,

Your beauty is in your eyes...
under the southern skies,
Your beauty is in the smile on your lips,
Your beauty is in the curve of your hips,

Your beauty should be in my arms...
until the morning sun warms

Submitted: Monday, January 29, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 06, 2011

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  • Sarah Rogers (1/29/2007 7:37:00 PM)

    Great piece! ! ! ! I hope that you have that beauty in your arms if not I hope you get it soon! Love how you captured the meaning of beauty in your words well done
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