Beautiful

When you look up at the sky,
and see the stars so bright, up high.
It's beautiful, don't you think?

Well, when I look into your eyes,
within your soul, I glimpse what lies.
It's beautiful, I think.

A single candle gives us light,
fights away the darkest night.
Beautiful, don't you think.

But your sweet laugh, my ears do hear,
and makes me forget my darkest fear.
That's beautiful, I think.

Over the water I see the sunset,
No more worries, makes you forget.
It's beautiful, don't you think?

How I love to see your smiles,
Just for the honour i'd travel miles.
So beautiful, I think.

The moment day begins it's dawning,
The birds wake up to greet the morning.
Beautiful, don't you think?

But i'm more captivated by your voice,
that haunts my mind without a choice.
It's beautiful, I think.

When snow falls softly on the ground,
and all is still, there is no sound.
Beautiful, don't you think?

True wit is the rarest thing,
speak and argue, laugh and sing.
Beautiful, I think.

Visions dance about my head,
of dreams undreamt and words unsaid.
Beautiful, would you think?

But to again feel your close embrace,
and see the smiles on your face.
You're Beautiful, I know.

Nicholas Bronson

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