When I Look At
You


The beauty I see
When I look at a rose
Isn't nearly as beautiful
As the beauty I see
When I look at you.


Those cherished times
I see you smile
My eyes send pictures
Of your beautiful face
Into my heart.

A morning sun
Can warm my body
But my love for you
Is a warmth
Embedded in my heart
The rest of my life.


Ralph L. Clark © 2001



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