She is beautifulShe is beautiful to me, like no other. I don't know why. But if I have a type, she is my type.
If you say to me, what should a woman's hair be like, I will tell you, like her hair.
If you say to me, what should a woman's eyes be like, I will tell you, like her eyes.
And if you say to me, whose face thrills you just to look at it, I will tell you, her face thrills me just to look at it. And I could do that all day long and never tire of it.
But if I can make her smile, I do not know a better thing to see. When I dream, I dream that I will make her smile, and these are the sweetest dreams a man can have.
She is beautiful to me, because something beautiful inside her reached out to something inside me, and we chimed like bells. And that part of me that sings her name will resonate forever, a beautiful slice of the music of the spheres, the way her name rings out within me.