Beautiful Girl
Those big, beautiful, eyes.
I stare at them and I'm lost in a sea of swirling blue.
Or maybe flying through the clear summer skies.
Does she know the power that those eyes hold?
She'd probably disagree completely,
Even if she was told.
She has no idea how gorgeous she is,
perhaps that's why I love this girl.
Do you think if she reads this she'll know?
I love her, she is my Beautiful Girl.
8/26/09
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