i look through the window and see in the skies
the beautiful blueness of your beautiful eyes
i look at the bark of a tree and the brown i see there
is the beautiful browness of your beautiful hair
i look at the ocean as the wave rips
and i see beautiful roundness to your beautiful hips
i listen to the radio and with every station choice
i hear the beautiful sharpness of your beautiful voice
i listen to the breeze and the storm in the sky
i hear the cowardice shake in my cowerdice sigh
because though you look beautiful nd sound beautiful too
i could never be brave enough to ask that question to you
aaaaaaaaaaw totally great poem! ! ! new to the site and need to write one but liking what you`ve done! ! ! keep it up! :)
The name is exactly what this poem is, Beautiful. You can feel the beauty in every word and letter. Steven, you did a wonderful and spectacular poem-I really mean what I say. Thank you for sharing it.
touching... and speaking of beautiful that is exactly what this was. thanks. ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is great! it kind of made me teary eyed.