What May I Compare You To?
What may I compare to you, it's something I always ask.
Your sweet like ice cream, yet your not cold.
Your beautiful like a rose, yet you don't have your thorns.
Your brave like a lion, yet you are not a savage.
Your like the rising daylight in the morning and like the colorful sky in the late afternoon.
But maybe I can't describe you to just one thing, cause you are too great.
Your pure like the snow, pure like an angel.
Your graceful like a swan, graceful like a peacock with all her feathers.
Your beauty can only be matched by the moon in a silent, dazeful night.
Your eyes twinkle like the stars that accompany the silent, dazed moon.
Your smile lights up the darkest and deepest places of my heart as if it were the contained light of the sun itself.
Maybe, just maybe this could come close...
