You are, like a blooming rose
Your hair, your eyes and your straight-built nose
The moment I think of you, you say, Hi
The free birds chirp and leap in my mind
They dip their wings in the orange red seas
And they fly in the azure sky.
When I think of you beautiful Belle
The roses of my thoughts all bloom in red
With the green leaves to give them shade
And you are very much nigh.
When I think of you beautiful angel
My dreams keep me awake for ever
I long for Freedom as Mandela dreamt of it
Or Martin Luther King dreamt of it for the Blacks
My wings are clipped and my feet are tied
When you go away and bid me, Goodbye.
I remember your light steps
Your dark night like hair all over your forehead
Your eyebrows and your angelic cheeks
But you always felt shy.
On the surf tormented shore I now stand
I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand
I miss you so much and see above the crimson sky
And love to see most myself in your eye.
I saw beauty in the river kissing its shingles
I saw all beauty of earth in the field of rye
What is beauty? Where lies beauty
It's not in diamond, not in emerald, but in Ruby
You yourself are the definition itself
Your beauty is Truth, believe me, I never lie,
I don’t believe, I never will believe,
Beauty is born only in the viewer’s eye.