Her beauty lights the sky on this midsummers morn,
As the rays of the sun sparkle in her hair.
The tears of frutration that sit in the corners of her eyes shall not be there for long,
As in the end she smiles.
It is the smile that catches my eye, for in that smile is beauty, true beauty,
A beauty that is ageless, and shall never change.
It is that beauty, those eyes, that smile, that caught my heart.
For in those eyes, that smile, that beauty, is the woman I love,
The woman whom stole my heart.