Of This You Can Be Sure

The summer sun rises over the hills,

With a beauty and certain grace,

But it cannot compete with the beauty of you,

Or the beauty of your face.

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The falling snow in wintertime,

Makes everything look so new,

But it cannot compare with the beauty,

The beauty that is you.

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The birds in springtime sing their song,

So sweetly and so pure,

But they cannot compare with your sweet words,

Of this you can be sure.

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The colorful leaves on autumn trees,

All covered with morning dew,

May be glorious in their beauty,

But are nothing compared to you.

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All the wonders on this fine earth,

And the glory of up above,

Are nothing compared to your sweet charms,

Or the beauty of your love.

12-18-09.