A Pretty Face

There is nothing like a pretty face

To make the world fade away

 

Sometimes they shy away

Or they turn around and run

 

But sometimes they gaze right back

As they draw ever so near

 

Eyes absorb each pleasant feature

As the words she speaks fill my ear

 

A voice so sweet as the scented air

The things to say and hear

 

Balance her material beauty

With a portrait of who she was

 

Who she was and who she will be

And all the things she does

 

Essential things that lead her here

To a moment just the two of us share

 

In this second they disappear

And we draw just a little more near