When I Tell You You Are Beautiful
When I tell you you are
beautiful
I do not mean pure physicality,
The symmetry of your face,
The shape of your lips,
The shade of your eyes.
When I tell you you are
beautiful
I tell you from the soul of a
poet,
You are starlight,
You are morning dew
On the petals of a rose.
You are costal sunsets and
Christmas morning.
You are dawn choruses
And balmy summer evenings
Serenaded by cicadas.
When I tell you you are
beautiful
I talk of all that you are,
But more ...
You are beautiful because
You allow me to see the world
Through the eyes of one who
loves,
And you show me how
To see the beauty in me too.
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