Babe people may say that a rose is pretty,
A sunrise or sunsets are beautiful but you my love,
Put all of these things in vain because you are more,
Beautiful than all of them combined.

People may say that the sky, the mountains and the clearest, And bluest oceans are beautiful but they aren’t because they, Don’t have a beautiful voice like yours.

People may say that the stars, the moon, and the finest and, Richest treasures are beautiful but as I stare into your eyes,
That are brighter than the moon and stars combined,
I forget about the moon and stars,
And even the finest and richest treasures aren’t as beautiful as, You for although they can make a person rich,
Money can’t buy happiness or make me feel the way you do.

And babe you may say that this poem is beautiful,
But its not,
For it’s just words on paper,
But I’ll tell you what is beautiful and it’s you,
And the way you make me feel.