Why do you hide your beauty in your silence, your words hesitating the power of brilliance and guidance;
The wings to the butterfly is always at its fliest, when Dove's go to their highest its sexy at its finest;
Why do you act shy in your smile, acting like you are not confident in your style, I bet a hundred hundreds any man would run a mile, just to see your pretty smile or a chance to drive you wild;
Why are your eyes so gorgeous, and think with emotion, the power of exposing fantasy of lovers potion;
You hypnotize from lips to eyes and nose to tongue, the goddess of happiness and reflects the sun;
What are you thinking when you are alone, do you think your being is great, do you think when you are average that your being is fake;
Because you are not average your above and beyond the lust of many men and definitions to many songs;
The vain in the arms or jewels in a charm of delicate beauty of stunning and strong;
Your off days are lessons of what some must accomplish,
And compliments are not acts of kindness, there simple facts of ways of being honest;
The bright light show and silent flow...
The examination of your presence of being clueless-ly beautiful;
Lie to me,say these blues are still for me and you.
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