i love you for your beauty,
not your mind,
i don't try to hide it,
I would tell you if you asked.

I touch you for your beauty,
i know you wonder why i stroke your cheeks, lips,
eyelids and hair the way i do.

I follow you for your beauty,
you let me worship you,
you let me stay near you.
I cherish every second i'm with you.

But most of all I cry for you beauty,
to have a piece of it
but you give me none,
not even a little
not a drop.

More of this?
Less of this?