If beauty had a name,
Oh, what would it be?
It’d be more dazzling,
Than the entire sea.
If beauty had a face
I know what I’d see.
Such looks would bring
To Heaven, jealousy.
The fires a hue away
From love, show beauty
And the mind’s eye,
Encircled by blue sea.
Such lips of redness,
That utter to me.
As lovely as the dawn,
On the eastern sea.
But we could not mirror
Each other you see.
For we both draft left,
As I write this for she.
But on the chosen isle
Out on this blue sea;
Beauty has but a name,
Amanda, that it should be.
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 7:53 AM UTC
If beauty had a name,
Oh, what would it be?
It’d be more dazzling,
Than the entire sea.
If beauty had a face
I know what I’d see.
Such looks would bring
To Heaven, jealousy.
The fires a hue away
From love, show beauty
And the mind’s eye,
Encircled by blue sea.
Such lips of redness,
That utter to me.
As lovely as the dawn,
On the eastern sea.
But we could not mirror
Each other you see.
For we both draft left,
As I write this for she.
But on the chosen isle
Out on this blue sea;
Beauty has but a name,
Amanda, that it should be.
Written: April 1, 2003
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