None Can Ever Measure
Poem by Chance blumenstock
The beauty of the Sky,
The Tranquility of the birds flying by.
The peaceful flowing sea,
The Gentle and refreshing spring breeze.
The Sweet taste of ripe fruit,
The Wide eyed grin of the morning Newt.
None of these things can ever measure,
in a million years ever measure
the beauty that I see,
the splendid beauty that I see
when I look into your eyes,
when I look into your beautiful eyes.
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