I see, beauty in the stars,
even found beauty in old fashioned cars.
Beautiful, is the first day of spring,
and it's beautiful when church choirs sing.
When a baby is born,
when it learns to walk,
when it grows up,
and finally learns how to talk.
There's a lot of things in life,
that are beautiful,
but nothing is more beautiful than her.
And where ever you go,
I want you to always know.
You're beautiful to me,
even if you can't see it.
And I'll always love you,
you don't have the slightest clue.
You mean the world to me,
and you can't even see it.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio