a little thing i wrote today: The stars in the sky they ask me why: Why i see you with more beauty. They twinkle each night, but when you are in sight, nothing is more beautiful. The flowers and roses a question poses. Why your beauty is more. They have a lovely smell, but whin i think of you, well nothing is more beautiful. The birds in the trees they always tell me: What is it with her? The pure in thier singing but here is the thing: Nothing is more beautiful. Then i lay in my bed resting my head. Thinking of you, my love. The last thing i see is seeing you with me. Nothing is more beautiful.