With the stars in the sky,
and the shine of the sea,
what can be more beautiful?
But I say, it is thee.

For your smile shines brighter
than the moon glowing on the ocean,
and your eyes possess the fire
that give the stars their devotion.

But what about the sky
and the blue allure that it holds?
I say come take a look at your beauty
once you're wrinkled and old.

Your beauty beats the sky's,
but perhaps not the plains.
I say can they look as graceful
as they dance in the rain?
Can they turn a mans head,
and make him question what is love?
The answer is no,
and that your beauty exceeds all of the above.

But there is a beauty
that cannot be beat.
For it is the smile our baby will have
When we hold him, and tickle his feet.