Beautiful

The eye of the beholder.....

Beautiful you are; you're like a beautiful cigar,
you're beautiful today and you'll be beautiful tomorr(ow),
I long to feel you near me cause you're beautiful by far,
no distance is too great my dear; you're beautiful by car,

or bus or plane or boat; you know just how the saying goes,
I used to be a wild boy runnin 'round just slayin hoes,
but you're the type that make a n***a straight up change his flow,
and all because of who I am, I'm broke; it aint the dough,

that makes you please me ev'ryday in each and ev'ry way,
it's like we're washed in Tide because I see we'll never fade,
I'll make your young'ns mine and strive to teach em ev'rythang,
no level is too high; they'll know to reach for ev'ry plain.

So beautiful you are; you're like a beautiful guitar,
our song will freak the galaxy like funerals on Mars,
don't let nobody ever change the root of who you are,
cause I believe you're beautiful; the proof is in the stars.

©2013
The Cunning Linguist

Author's Note

This piece was written for my girlfriend when she thought she wasn't....