The Beauty of You
I fear the day
That you no longer say
That I make you
Feel that way.
I fear the day
When the warmth fades
And I cease to be
That which you love to say.
I dread the time
When I fade from your mind
And I find myself
Standing in the line.
Waiting in the blue,
For your eyes to move,
To bathe just a second
In the beauty of you.
Because I fear that I
May not always catch your eye
And one day I’ll disintegrate
No matter how hard I try.
I stand in the blue,
Longing to move,
Longing to bask
In the beauty of you.
I fear the day
That you no longer say
That I make you
Feel that way.
I fear the day
When the warmth fades
And I cease to be
That which you love to say.
I dread the time
When I fade from your mind
And I find myself
Standing in the line.
Waiting in the blue,
For your eyes to move,
To bathe just a second
In the beauty of you.
Because I fear that I
May not always catch your eye
And one day I’ll disintegrate
No matter how hard I try.
I stand in the blue,
Longing to move,
Longing to bask
In the beauty of you.