What's in the softness of hands that guides my choice
What's in a satin skin on which my fingers slide
What matters is how long we stick to each other's side;
What's a personification of such splendour
If that comes without a benevolent tenor.
What if, for all eyes you are the cynosure,
But for no one you wait at the door
They may call you gorgeous and offer you riches
They may sigh when you glance and ignore your glitches
What's in so much adulation and maddening cheers
If when you cry there's no one to catch your tears
What's in a lovely pair of eyes, what's in the beauty
What's in long braided hair and an angelic deity
All that matters my lady and all you must care,
Is how true is your heart and how your spirit's fair
