I look through the window and see in the skies
The beautiful clearness of your beautiful eyes
I look at the bark of a tree and the brown i see there
Is the brownness of your beautiful hair
I look at the ocean and as the wave rips
I see the beautiful roundness to your hips
I listen to the radio and with every station choice
I hear the Beautiful sharpness of your voice
Because though you look and sound beautiful
I could never be brave enough to even say that to you
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