I love it when you wave your wondrous hair,

Those dark eyes complimenting those dark streaks.

Such a beauty, which you were not aware,

Is the only beauty that this heart seeks.

I wish I could tell you of your beauty,

But no you just would not believe my words.

I think of how to make them less empty,

But each sound forward is a step backwards.

So I suggest less words and more dancing,

And then you can feel the waves in the air,

And see your beauty in my eyes of care,

And feel the one chance that I am voicing.

So just take my hand and give me your heart,

And I will prove your beauty from the start.