Beautiful

Poem By dino evans

Just a face, she tells me, no one special, just a girl..
But that is not exactly what I find...
She has a look that stops the heart...and I can't see the world...
Beautiful... leaves this upon my mind..

I look, and I see someone, that no words can describe...
Her eyes are Heaven, the smile is soft and full...
I listen to her voice, and it makes me feel alive...
And the only thing I hear is...Beautiful..

It came to me so suddenly, One look and I was caught...
By what a woman really is to me....
Maybe she's a dream, and into my mind she's brought...
Beautiful....is all these crying eyes will let me see....

No thought of loss or leaving, she is there in days alone...
These tears are not for heartache, broken dreams...
My eyes rain down because of what...
Beautiful....has shown...
The pouring isn't slowing down it seems...


Beauty they tell, is in the eye of the beholder...
So tender in the nights, to sooth my mind...
Beautiful...it warms me on nights when it gets colder...
And passion pounds my heart too hard I find...


Warmth is shining from the smiles Love is in the eyes...
I find myself believing this is true...
Unable to look elsewhere clouds soon part to clear blue skies...
Deep inside the Beautiful..is you...

And take it not away my friend to blind me in my sleep...
To wake to painful thoughts upon my days...
Let....Beautiful.... be something I can hold, that I can keep...
I'll watch, because it changes me in ways...

Changes I have wondered, but never true before...
I have seen the world as harsh, uncaring, cruel...
But wrong as wrong can be I was, and eyes that tell me more...
Are coming from the face of....Beautiful....


dean evans 1-12-07

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