Its beauty, in all its grace

Some say life is a thing of beauty,

Some say life is a thing of charm,

But the thing about life in all its glory,

Is that it can still be capable of causing harm,

But then one quick look at you my love,

Expresses more peace than a free white dove,

For you contain all of which is grace,

The looks of one sweet angel blessed upon you're face,

This my dear, is all of which i need to say,

Because you are perfect, in every single way.