Beauty is the beating heart,
Love's first kiss, or sad depart.
A glimpse unto the soul within,
At our life's yearning to begin.
Beauty is your hand in mine,
Arm in arm, our love divine.
The laugh that forms behind the grin,
When tickling toes or nibbling chins.
Beauty is the way you touch,
The joy within that seems too much.
Forming words your heart beats true,
Beauty is my love for you.