Shadows falling in the day,

Twighlight comes at last,

Finding words hard to say,

Seeing beauty in the past.

Such a pretty blue,

With mountains all around,

Yet all I see is you,

Standing on the ground.

Beauty everywhere,

The bike that makes the man,

Breaking hearts without a care,

You're smile would be so grand.

When you see someone,

That you may never meet,

They bring a little fun,

Because they are so sweet.

And you begin to wonder,

Just what it is they do,

Was it just a blunder,

Why did they talk to you.

Looks can be deceiving,

Words can be untrue,

Should I be believing,

This beauty I see is you?

By Mystalia

Homer