what beautiful is.

Efthimios William Cornelius


When I begin to open my eyes
to the morning rise of the sun.
I relies not a single part of me will be the same.
Because your gonna be here.
your soon going to be here, right next to me.

I say, can I hold your body close?
say I can have you all to my self.
Your my precious gift,
my heart has ever encountered .

Just like my inner child, on Christmas morning.
I still gotta unravel the wrapping paper.
because I can’t wait to see what's inside.
I know what ever it is, I will love it with my life .

Oh there's a way with words.
And there's ways with tears.
There's a way with a smile.
And beauty slowly
rains the truth.
I can’t believe what I see.
It’s so un real,
because all I see is you .
And now I know what beautiful is.

Now I can see,
Oh now I can see.
And soon my heart regains its beat.
From all Gods Creations,
to a petal of a rose.
drips down the due of the morning rain .
I now know what beautiful is.

Now I can see
beauty that lays in front of me ,
I now know what beautiful is .

Oh there's a way with words.
And there's ways with tears.
There's a way with a smile.
And beauty slowly
rains the truth.
I can’t believe what I see.
It’s so un real,
because all I see is you .
And now I know what beautiful is
Written by Efthimios William Cornelius May 25/2017
Re written may 27/2017

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Comments1

  • Augustus

    Men have written about beauty for ages, trying to find it and describe. It appears you have found it for yourself and describe it well. Hugs.



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