Look at me.
You see yourself as a dandelion,
one of many, and not at all special:
Yet, still considered a flower by some.
Twenty-five years of marital bliss,
Almost all of it good times, great times
Oh, but we've had our ups and downs,
Oh, what fluffy cloud are you on, floating sky high... wonder what dreams may come,
as I began to cry.
And now the rain.
I wish I was on cloud nine with you.
Echo deep inside my head
Pain so intense, so deep
You wish you were dead
Beauty throughout, beauty within-
Your beauty is unique, and lies deeper than skin.
Physicaqlly, your beauty is stunning, and that's no surprise,
but your most beautiful feature... Are those big, deep, dark, brown eyes.