| i look through the window and see in the skies the beautiful blueness of your beautiful eyes
i look at the bark of a tree and the brown i see there is the beautiful browness of your beautiful hair
i look at the ocean as the wave rips and i see beautiful roundness to your beautiful hips
i listen to the radio and with every station choice i hear the beautiful sharpness of your beautiful voice
i listen to the breeze and the storm in the sky i hear the cowardice shake in my cowerdice sigh
because though you look beautiful nd sound beautiful too i could never be brave enough to ask that question to you
Steven Brewer |
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