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My Beauty
My beauty, my one, my love,
My mistress who flies like a dove.
Her eyes are as deep as te ocean floor,
I could get lost, but it's never a bore.
With a smile so bright, the stars must be jealous,
But as I look up to them, they begin to tell us.
That Cupid's arrow only bites few,
Who get a chance to get a good look at you.
I find in my days a little more inspiration,
What could be my motivation?
It's your love, kindness and joy,
That makes me have the energy of a boy.
So when my dove flies away,
I can still call to say.
That you are the one I dream of,
You are my beauty, my one, my love.
Michael Patrick Ryan
Copyright 2003 Michael Patrick Ryan
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