Flowers in a field
Baby fawn taking its first steps
First snow fall
Your eyes

A sunset in the fall
Mother Robin feeding is young
A clear night with the ski full of stars
Your lips kissing mine

The sunrise on a crisp autumn morning

A swan swimming in a pound
Butterflies in the air
Your smile smiling at me

Beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder
I see Beauty from your head to your toes
All the way into your heart and soul