# 8 Miss Beautiful

Your crimson lips
Soft fingertips
Your mascara eyes
Your sweet goodbyes

Your rosy cheeks
Butterfly weeks
You’re here, you’re there
Flying everywhere

Your auburn hair
And grace so fair
Your spicy tongue
Your craving for fun

Your mysterious ways
And childish plays
Your iron will
Your wish to thrill

Your piercing stare
The manner you dare
Your assured walk
Your whispered talk

Remind me so
Of how I hoped
When I was young
I’d one day become
Just as coloured
And as tall as you
And with a secret
Smile
As you watched me
Watch you
From the hidden corner
Of your eye

Your lashes, long
And calming song
Your warming touch
Your passionate love

Your dreaming days
And shine that stays
Your endless hope
How you provoke

Your crimson lips
Soft fingertips
Your mascara eyes
Your sweet goodbyes

Your piercing stare
The manner you dare
Your assured walk
Your whispered talk

Makes you how I see you now
A queen for whom all others bow
Miss elegance and wonderful
And above all, miss beautiful...