Beauty

How beautiful you are.

How do your tears shine,

As the floor meets your eyes.

Your hair sways in the wind,

Peaceful, as it passes by.

How does your soul approach,

With gleaming colours evoked.

The beauty of your soul,

It fills me with hope.

Softly you will sing,

A sweet and lovely tune.

Neatly you will write,

A story of the afternoon.

Freely you will live,

No tears will see your delight.

The world was ever so cruel,

Until your eyes met mine.