There's beauty in owing no man.
With lion arms for tender grips,
You do the things no man can.
With you I yearn for afflictions' lush lips.
To light a spark and watch it go up in flames
Listening to the beating of a frail heart-song
Their only thank you is a grasp of your finger, the butterflies in your heart
Tall against the memphis night, You shine like the star
Your frame strong but eyes as soft as a bubble
A shy smile as clear as the sea
You truly are beautiful!
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
There's beauty in owing no man.
With lion arms for tender grips,
You do the things no man can.
With you I yearn for afflictions' lush lips.
To light a spark and watch it go up in flames
Listening to the beating of a frail heart-song
Their only thank you is a grasp of your finger, the butterflies in your heart
Tall against the memphis night, You shine like the star
Your frame strong but eyes as soft as a bubble
A shy smile as clear as the sea
You truly are beautiful!
To the men who keep my dreams alive
