As my hand falls to your side
Again you shrug away.
Such a powerful aura;
Even with hate you are,
Beautiful

A smile, or a kick to
the face.
Both cause me to
Shudder,
Beautiful.

You know my love is sick
And your love is lost.
Never can I take
his place.
Beautiful

When your lips have
lost their rosey tint.
Your brow wrinkles
with Age,
Remeber my gentle touch.
Always shall you be,
Beautiful
 
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