Beautiful You
You are beautiful.
If I could ask the Gods for one thing,
It would be to stop the moon,
And make this night,
And your beauty,
Last forever.
Yet all such moments are forgotten,
As I stand in front of the most beautiful,
Woman in Christendom.
Surely I cannot be worthy,
My heart breaks.
This pain is your doing,
Yet I've always been told to take the bad with the good.
And this good that I speak of,
It shall be your doing as well.
By: Heath G. Schofield
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