Beautiful

i look through the window and see in the skies
the beautiful blueness of your beautiful eyes

i look at the bark of a tree and the brown i see there
is the beautiful browness of your beautiful hair

i look at the ocean as the wave rips
and i see beautiful roundness to your beautiful hips

i listen to the radio and with every station choice
i hear the beautiful sharpness of your beautiful voice

i listen to the breeze and the storm in the sky
i hear the cowardice shake in my cowerdice sigh

because though you look beautiful nd sound beautiful too
i could never be brave enough to ask that question to you

by Steven Brewer

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i look through the window and see in the skies the beautiful blueness of your beautiful eyes i look at a stallion as black as night, its mane blown back what a heavenly sight. what i see there is nothing to compare, to the beautiful blackness of your beautiful hair i look at the ocean as the wave rips, and i see beautiful roundness of your beautiful lips, i listen to the radio and with every station choice, i hear the beautiful sharpness of your beautiful voice, i listen to the breeze and the storm in the sky, i feel the droplits on my skin as it passes me by, though you look beautiful and sound beautiful too, i could never have been luckier then the day i met you.
this is great! it kind of made me teary eyed.
aaaaaaaaaaw totally great poem! ! ! new to the site and need to write one but liking what you`ve done! ! ! keep it up! :)
The name is exactly what this poem is, Beautiful. You can feel the beauty in every word and letter. Steven, you did a wonderful and spectacular poem-I really mean what I say. Thank you for sharing it.
touching... and speaking of beautiful that is exactly what this was. thanks. ;)