by Robert Anthony James
The strength of beauty is
whatever beautiful presence one might see.
There have never been truer words
spoken of beauty that wasn't pertaining to thee.
That my eyes have had the privilege to look thereon.
Your smile has planted in my heart a permanent song,
that is constantly lighting the fires in the skies
every time I look into the eyes...
Your presence is what beauty is to me.
Though time presses me to move on,
I shall forever remember the melody of this song,
which pure strings are clearer than the mountain springs
in the strength of summertime.
There has never been a sweeter melody to my heart,
that I could claim as my own.