There is something beautiful
About lovely words that touch the heart
Words that true love does impart
Kindness of strangers, stranger yet still
That I have never seen them
And yet hope I will.
Music rings in my ears with power and praise
And I pray daily for God’s true grace
Here’s hoping for a future of promise
Here’s hoping for peace and for joy
Here’s hoping for love that abounds
Within the hearts of the lonely
The popular and the in between.
Now I see the face.
there is something beautiful
about feeling your fingertips,
caressing my bare back
while oh my love
you reside in my embrace
.
there is something beautiful
about feeling the weight of you
lying oh, just so warmly over me
and recognizing,
at that very moment
wherein i’m met w your homely gaze
that oh my love, you’re the only responsibility
i willingly would love to carry
even if you do not need me too
there is something beautiful
about those picnics, that oh my love
we held, somewhere in secret; away
from all the noise and the cold
for just the two of us
holding conversations;
cuddling underneath, a similar canvas
wherein, in the past, we lay broken
but today, the only sound
that echoed was of us giggling
.
there is something beautiful
about that tender heart of yours
who bled kindness and wisdom alike
even when she didn’t…
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