Wednesday, September 2, 2015
He was beautiful
He was beautiful, beautiful to my eyes,
From the moment I saw him
sun filled the skies.
He was so, so beautiful, beautiful just to hold,
In my dreams he was springtime, winter was cold.
How could I tell him what I so clearly could see?
Though I longed for him, another trusted me completely so I never could be free.
Ah but it was beautiful, knowing now that he cared,
I will always remember times that we shared.
now that he's gone.
For it was beautiful, beautiful,
beautiful to be loved.
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