• She walks in beauty,
    But she doubts she is beautiful.
    She thinks she is plain; imperfect.
    I tell her "not in my eyes."
    Everyday, I confess my love for her;
    Everyday, I assure her of her beauty;
    Everyday, I tell her she is perfection.
    I would hold her close to me and whisper my love;
    I would kiss her soft lips and cradle her in my arms.
    But distance has become our adversary.
    I feel inadequate of her affection,
    But she tells me everyday that I am wonderful.
    She tells me, her sweet lover,
    that I am the only one who deserve her love.
    I smile as I listen to her.
    I would hug her tightly
    and protect her from those who would harm her,
    But our keepers would not allow it.
    Everyday, I think about her;
    Everyday, I long to hear from her;
    Every night, I dream about her.
    With more grace than an angel,

    She walks in beauty.