Beautiful You (To a Girl I Haven't Met Yet)

The way you move, the way you talk,

The way you see, the way you look at me

Makes me stop and think that there's something

More that I could be, wonder if there's something 

More to me than the me that I see.


Now is it just me, or does the whole room

Stop and turn and stare when you come in,

At a beauty you can't see?


I'm sorry that my words

Aren't enough to save you from your self

But please don't cry; if it helps

I love you and that's all I ever want to do --


What's that? You love me too? --

To be loved by such a beautiful you

Makes me wonder if I could be

Beautiful too.

The End

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