This morning,
As you sit
In my garden,
Sweetheart,
You look
More beautiful
Than all
The flowers,
All the trees,
And than
My garden
Itself.
Everything
Is beautiful:
The sun,
The skies,
The flowers,
The trees,
The streams.
Everything
Is beautiful.
But you are
The prettiest,
Because you
Are the source
Of beauty:
As the sun,
The moon,
The stars,
Take their light
From your smile.
Whereas
The flowers,
The skies,
The rivers,
Take their colors
From your cheeks,
And your eyes.
And the trees
Take their fruit
From your chest,
And your lips.
Everything
Is beautiful
In my garden
Where you sit,
Sweetheart.
But you are
The prettiest,
The sweetest,
And the best.