Those pretty blue eyes of yours,
Tear me straight through.
That lovely black dress of yours,
hits me more than a barrel aged brew.
The tan on your body, the smile on your face,
You are a needle in this world full of hay.
Surely, during summers at the farmer’s market,
You were absorbing beauty with every single ray.
Some say, life is all but a pilgrimage,
To catch a glimpse of the divine few.
I say, who needs the seven wonders,
When one’s got someone like you.
I don’t know why in this battle of life,
We get caught up in win and defeat.
Don’t know why we love and hate,
And, why we separate and meet.
Don’t know what He was thinking,
When He made you from far above.
Because we are all pilgrims of you
Praying every day for peace, charity and love.