You are very pretty <br />and the sun rising over the horizon <br />loves you, <br />while his red rays folds open. <br /> <br />The irises of which the colours are purple blue <br />and kingly on green stems <br />likes you and flowers perfectly, <br />to try and copy you. <br /> <br />Wild birds living in the trees <br />in the street <br />eat seed that you leave <br />and they realize that you are wondrously beautiful. <br /> <br />When the postman passes <br />he looks at the paintings on the outside wall <br />and thinks that if this is what comes <br />from your hand, <br />you really must be lovely. <br /> <br />The small white lapdog <br />looks admiring at you <br />as if you are a goddess <br />and knows were your splendour lies. <br /> <br /> l’Envoi <br />Your auburn hair cherish <br />your pretty face, which is more beautiful <br />than a statue chiselled from white marble <br />and there’s light <br />in your golden eyes <br />which witnesses deep beauty. <br /> <br />You are beautiful, <br />and only you do not realize it.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-are-beautiful-12/
