There was no hatred or any scorn
Into my soul, those emotions were not born,
When you asked me about an outfit that you wanted to adorn
You are just prettier, than the clothes you've worn.
I see you wearing the finest silk and lace
Which puts a smile upon my heart and also upon my face,
Those thoughts in my mind, I will always embrace
But, not ever on the phone, or in your workplace.
I know that I have said this once before
Especially when I saw you walking upon the floor,
You held that outfit that you had bought at the store
Remember this, you are much prettier than the clothes you wore.
You are a very beautiful and cunning woman that I will confess
You are so much prettier than any outfit or dress,
Clothes you don't ever need to buy to just impress
When I look at you, I know that God did bless.
Whenever you see me, at you I always happily do stare
And it's not only because of your eyes or your luscious hair,
It is because my eyes had made my mind aware
You are so much prettier than the clothes you wear.
Randy L. McClave
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