A Beautiful Girl Poem by Brendan Miller

As she stands before me I can't help but admire
The true beauty that I see with a burning desire.
She gives me a smile and I fall apart in an instant
Because the things she tells me aren't very consistent.

But to hell with all the hate that has filled my mind
The burning passion I feel for her is much too kind.
So I tell her I love her and about the beauty she bare
Simply because I can't stop for a moment to stare.

So she stands before me beautiful as ever.
Then I simply tell her there is no such thing as never.