My Love, you are so beautiful, that suns, when they shine
Are doing it, to be like you, and this makes them cheerful.
Yet each day, suns’ allure, you undoubtedly outshine.
My love, you are so beautiful.
It is for your sake and the same, that moons become full.
They are Heaven’s eyes; Heaven adores you - love of mine.
To all; the universe, my love, you are an eyeful.
Rains leave their place in the Heavens, by the bucketful,
So as to be with you, for to them you’re like a shrine,
For your beauty is perfect, and your essence wonderful.
My love, you are so beautiful.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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