Beauty Graces the Pages,...

... with language meant for two.

And if I should ever cease to speak,
I hope you find all that you have ever
needed deep within my eyes.

Because sometimes when I look at
you, words like "Love", tangle sweetly
on the tip of my tongue.

Then you breathe life into me. You
give me air, by pressing the warmth
of your chest to mine.

And all I manage to do, is smile.

-Cher