Through these eyes

Just look at you, standing there.
The sun on your skin, the wind in your hair.

Your structure, your frame, the way you're built.
Your arms round your waist, your head on a tilt.

Those hips not wide, not large nor small.
Your height, not tiny... but neither tall.

The wave in your hair, those highlights, just there.
You're as beautifully natural as fresh morning air.

Your eyes, like diamonds, they glisten in light.
Your lips so tempting, your nose... Just right.

Your hands, so small, so delicate too.
You've freckles and dimples... Moles? A few.

Through these eyes I see you. The sweetest thing.
My words as true as the birds do sing.

To the rest of those who pass you by.
You're just a girl, but their eyes lie.

They'll just see you, standing there.
With the sun on your skin, and the wind in your hair...