The beauty
Something one tries not to see in them self
You have it all, and I know
For I cannot tell a lie
But I have no physical proof
Just the words in my mind
Beautiful is not a word for you
You should be your own word
A new form to explain things
That are too amazing to call
To have tingles jump around my body
Every time you smile at me
To look into your eyes and evaporate
All that is bad in my head
I have to keep staring
Almost like it would be a crime
To look away from such a sight
And miss a second I could of seen your face
To look at something so great
And be forced to smile
You just know that what you are seeing
Is more then beauty itself
You are yourself
You look like yourself
That is what makes you
More than beautiful
So listen to my words
For that is the only way I can prove
That you
Are the most amazing thing I have ever seen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem