Definition of Beauty

Her eyes are bright as the moon glows.
Steadily, and slowly, my love for this
woman will be so big, and yet it grows
more and more with each passing lisp.

Her skin is softer then curtains made
of satin. She is heaven personified;
I don't want her to leave and fade
from my life. If she did, I would cry.

Her laughter is like angels singing;
she is the one for me, I am sure.
Life could be any better, I'm thinking
and she is so beautiful and pure.

I don't ever want to hurt her.
It would break my own heart to do so.
That is why I often have to fear
that I will lose her. And she will go.