When I first met you
I was not impressed by your looks,
I
didn't thing of the beauty inside.
And then you spoke to me
sometime,
And though not much was said
I saw the glimmer of
something inside.
As I got to know you
I knew you ran
deeper
Then your look on the outside
A strange womanly
beauty
You portray from inside.
When I look at you,
I
thing of cold gray mornings,
Not much beauty at first
Then
I see the sun rise
When I open my eyes,
I see that strange
beauty inside.
Posted: 2007-06-22 09:09:32