You are beautiful,

but there is beauty all around ;

since the Sun tickles the sleepy flowers,

till the Moon up, lulls for all that is down.

You are full of love inside,

tinkering laughter and song and dance ;

and so is the World that lies,

in sorrows so fake and crafty nuance.

You are the thought that lingers away,

brings life to my life and perks to my feet ;

like the glittering sea of Orange dawn,

and a galloping mare in dreamy street.