I don't know why crystals form.
I just know that they do.
I don't know why they shape themselves
in forms so beautiful to me and you.
Do they make themselves beautifull
or is it the hand of God?
Do butterflies, flowers and rainbows
similary carry on?
Can birds change their feathers
or leapard his spots.
If one would ask the chamilion,
he would probably ask "why not?".
Is the beauty you posses of your own doing?
or did God richly bless while you were growing?
I don't know why you catch my eye.
I just know you do.
Feelings comming from my eyes
all because of you
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