When i think beauty,
I reflect on your presence
I indulge in your aura
I get lost in your scent
And float in ecstasy
When i think beauty,
I appreciate your simplicity
A lady bird in the city
Jazz in 1980
Pretty
When i think beauty,
I visualize the Monalisa
A painting so good
Yet, it has nothing on you
Anything but sore
When i think beauty,
I see your smile
And.. it makes me smile!
