I grab it all in a moment,
Where I look at you,
When I actually see you,
All in a glance that I have stolen

This is your beauty

The pink of a wild rose,
moving in the spring breeze,
Petals dance with enticing,
a fragrance like innocence

These are your lips

The brown of falling autumn,
Within the different hues of fall,
brown fallen leaves travel earth,
brown that shifts in light or shadow

These are your eyes

The lightened beige of sand,
speaking of heat of summer,
Soft and warm sand meeting waves,
Footprints dancing in patches

This is your skin

But these are only the smaller things,
Those that everyone can gaze upon,
Those that don’t require much feeling,
Not the hidden deeper that only I own