Your Art of Being Beautiful
YOUR ART OF BEING BEAUTIFUL
Last night I saw you since I don't know when.
Oh yes, it's been some time since we've been here,
I felt the same warm feeling I knew then,
and felt your eyes again, forever clear.
Your hair again a mess, there was no style,
in baggy pants the way you choose to be,
but nonetheless your image made me smile,
well knowing you were there, if I would see.
'Tis plain you have not changed, and never will,
nor can you hide what's seldom seen too clear,
the beauty of your deep, the quiet of your still,
your reaching out, your hesitating fear.
How many times I've wished my heart was blind,
on second thought, give thanks you're there to find.
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