Beautiful,beautiful You!

It’s easy to ignore a simple fact,

Wonder how it feels to ignore a complicated fact.

Facts are true,so then how can I ignore the fact that You are in my life to stay.

I wonder how so many don’t seem to see what I see when I think of You.

Sometimes it’s so hard to talk about You,

I won’t lie,sometimes I don’t understand You!

It takes a while to realize how everything changes when am around You.

Last night, I heard someone talk about You.

They said You were just something most people make up to comfort themselves.

All they talked about was how You are never near to those who need You most.

It hurt me more than I could imagine,because It took me back to the days when You were just a name I heard.

I know You are there,it took me a while to know that, and even now am still trying to know You.

But it has reached a point that no matter what doubts I have about You,no one can ever make me doubt You!

So how do I tell them about You?

How do I tell them about Your Love,when I can’t even touch it?

How do I show them Your face,when they say that it’s just a painting someone imagined?

How do I tell them all about You,when all I have to show is the peace in my heart that I can’t even understand?

All I have to show for it,is an imperfect life,my own imperfections.

All I have is the beating of a heart in love with You,because You are too beautiful to ignore

How I wish people would know!

How beautiful, beautiful You are!!!

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