MY WORK OF ART

Young and Beautiful

I am not afraid
And I don’t care
I am with the one
There’s no cross to bear

All I know
I can’t explain
The things I saw
I will refrain

His mane is dark as night
Strands are long and sleek
The way he’s standing there
There are no words to speak

Brown eyes are nestled there
They seem to see me through
He has a certain air
I don’t know what to do

Warm heart with open arms
So strong and capable
Colossal everywhere
Young and beautiful

The shadow on his face
He is in his prime
If you gaze and look at me
I’ll gaze a thousand times

More than a pretty face
You must be all the rage
An epitome perfect storybook
I cannot turn the page

There are just so many
That I must cull
Don’t make the grade
Young and beautiful

So meek yet statuesque
So humbled by your name
No one could own it quite like you
No one else is quite the same

You’re somewhere in between
Where I need a lull
I’ll chance my fate
Young and beautiful