When I look into your face, I'll tell you what I see.  I notice the beauty of your eyes, looking back at me.
You carry a sweet aroma, I hope everyone can tell.  Even from a distance, I notice that beautiful smell.
Your ears are so sensitive, to lovely noises from afar.  It makes you want to put it on a disk, to play all day in your car.
From your precious taste buds, you choose the right types of food.  Nothing is about to be left, I promise it will be used.
People are so encouraged, when you touch their hand.  They no longer want to give up, they are willing to stand.
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing