You ask me frequently,
why do I love you?
and this is my heartfelt reply,
I love you to the core,
regardless of the past
you're on brand new shores,
forget about the past,
Let me love you.
You're beautiful,
you don't flaunt it,
nor do you ignore it,
I choose to embrace it,
and let the world know,
I love it.

Yes, Loving you is quite a joy,
to try and put a smile on your dimpled face,
to make you feel admired, wanted, liked,
To have a smile waiting for you,
and to have someone who wants to be with you.

Yes Im absolutely crazy,
crazy about you,
yes I'm simply mad,
madly in love with you,
you see, you think you're worth nothing,
you're worth everything to me,
and you feel like things will never change,
things changed the moment I fell for you.

I cannot say i'm perfect,
i can say I love you,
because I'm seriously mad about you,
you may think you're not worth it,
but thats just a lie,
you're completely worth it.
and Loving you is easy,
because you're so important to me.

Chug along old friend,
someday you'll see the end,
days of rest on the quay,
maybe not as active as you'll be,
slowly now,
in you go.

One final bell,
one last whistle,
men salute,
the name is taken down,
now...
all you are is a relic...
a memory of past strength,
now a museum.


You had your day,
you won them long ago,
you took a lot,
you have a big bite,
now come,
into the quiet rest of harbour.
Time to go to sleep,
sleep now you old, old,
battleship.

I call you beautiful,
not because of fact or hopeful lies,
but because its who you are.
I say to you I love you, I mean it.
I don’t say you’re my favourite,
because you’re not comparable,
I listen to you in the morrows,
and try to take away your sorrows,
I watch carefully your eyes,
to see if I can comfort your cries.
You see, here’s one important fact,
it’s true and I try and not let slack,
You are beautiful, simple as that,
its not just appearance,
it not just a consequence,
its your name,
Beautiful.

Beautiful is the name I call you,
not for righteous appearance,
not for coddling affection,
not for the wishful thinking,
but for you are beautiful.
It’s as much apart of you as every drop
or crimson rosy blood.
You are beautiful.
You, are so beautiful,
its more than just a name,
its… its… and identity of truth,
a banner to rally behind,
a truth that says your beautiful,
I believe it.

God calls you beautiful,
ordained with holy hands,
woven as so,
God says you are so,
who am I to try and contradict?
Well, I’m your biggest advocate,
your barracking fan,
the loving hand at the fall,
the one who cries to see you free,
and in freedom hear you cry out this one name;
“Beautiful!!!”
What is the day worth without hearing the truth?
Next to nothing,
but hear is the truth,
You’re beautiful,
not just in appearance, being, or in flesh,
But in the beauty of your true Identity.

Your Name is beautiful,
its why I say it to you all the days,
because I want to gain attention,
and bring a neglected thing to light,
You are beautiful,
You are beautiful,
You are beautiful,
this is a truth, I hope you believe it
as I believe it!
For my love wishes you to know it
all of your days, to live in beauty,
since its your name,
and loving identity.

How beautiful you are,
the amber sunlight is of no compare.
How the rivers waters,
hold nothing to the beauty beneath the tears.
Heres a secret for you my dear,
I find you wonderfully beautiful,
you hold your head high like a deer,
exuding an air of sweet elegance,
Your beauty made by heavenly hands,
impossible to walk by,
without taking note of your resplendent beauty,
For you are most beautiful.
Incredibly, fantastically, majestically beautiful
to me.

Take my hand,
We’ll walk forever,
of dusty roads,
and wood realms,
over sequestered rivers,
by the reflective lakes,
‘Neath beauteous moonlight,
or radiant daylights delight,
Exploring majestic cities,
or ruined ancient palaces,
far distant fields,
or nearest family parks,
We’ll roam.
through meek and mild,
through the tempest wild,
through the summer heat,
and springtime rejuvenation,
I’ll walk with you forever,
If you want me to that is.

Of saddened heart was he,
That dreaded day that he was beat,
upon the distant fields of war,
Brave, Brave, Sir Eorand.

Of stout heart,
yet of staggering limp,
Of wholesome mind,
yet of cleaved flesh,
Born to the land
on which his victory eluded.

How he sits ‘neath willowy boughs,
poised in humble reflection,
immersed in Character creating loss,
and still shot forth into Victory.

His reflection upon the waters,
distorted and unclear,
thus reflected the truest form of his heart,
oddly enough.

Kneeling by the abbey’s altar,
Shedding tears,
and of heart he cried.

“Catch me if you can!
I’m over here,
perplexed?
I’m really over here,
Oh wait,
I’m really quite near,
Ha ha ha, Foolish man!”

“Slay This madness!
You are what I say!
Stop, stop, stop, stop!
I am honest to the ‘T’ “

“Oh come now,
there is plenty to go around,
please come drink my milk,
and see which of you has it best,
bicker and argue children,
like vile beasts fight and quibble”

“I have it better,
it tastes exquisite”

“Nay, Mine is better yet,
a milk of sensational delight”

“Both are wrong,
Mine sings sweet melodies,
and dances on the taste buds”

“Alas these men are fools,
knowing not that they have indeed
the very same milk,
yet pride draws them to fight,
and lose all sense of GOOD
Reason.”

“Oi, I’m over here,
and You there,
come here too,
meet me here you two men,
now, you’ve found me,
here in the middle,
not far to opposite,
where blindness reigns.
I am here,
in the middle,
I am truth.
And if you tried,
by yourself,
you couldn’t
Catch me if you can.”