I look through the window and see in the skies.
And see the beautiful clearness of your eyes.
I look at the bark of tree and the brown I see there.
Is the brownness of your beautiful hair.
I look at the ocean and as the wave rips.
I see the beautiful roundness to your hips.
I listen to the radio and with every station choice
I hear the beautiful sharpness to your voice.
Because though you look and sound beautiful
I could never be brave enough to even say that to you.
_moonfire_:
♥ :3