Beauty and your beauty

These skies that look down at me, am glad

cheerful, cheerful and giggling like a lad

'tis unusually beauty, beautiful, and it fascinates me

and am seated beneath a huge rose tree

petals falling, and off their seats

to dangle in the winds like some huge

round African back dance to the azonto tune

or occasion to welcome and have some dignitaries to tease

The beauty of this morning's sky

in harmony with every thought of your sight,

gell for the soul, and abode to dwell

without doubt, this I know well, so well

I do not know though

am drenched in your love

and every coal a snow

or that having realized no gab

and all pretty sight

doth but bring you to mind

who cares?

shall I not every further mornings have the sky to stare?

thus the mood is wonderful

and the soul is cheerful