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 cowardice sigh
Because though you look beautiful and sound beautiful too
I could never be brave enough to ask that question to you
Love the poem but I got to email you to find something out. Good work!
this is truly a beautiful poem..marvelous work..well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poetry! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1