The rare quality of beauty that you display so well
Is like that of fragrant flowers blooming near the banks of waters, still
Or the beauty of the clouds when imagination takes its hold
Or the thrill of aspiration when something good has been foretold
The rare quality of beauty that you simply magnify
Has tumbled many a hearts as they casually walk by
Your graciousness and love show forth to be heaven sent
You say, to love me you would die, but in truth could this be meant?
Your rare quality of beauty speaks well of royalty
Like a crown of purest truth and robed in loyalty
With fashion set by Spirit adorned with angelic flare
And sung with the praises that it will always be there
Come on, let’s be fair. What chance could I have with you?
You, with beauty rare, and I, the jester playing the fool
Come on, let’s be fair. What chance could there ever be…
For somebody like you to fall for somebody like me?
Oh, Jesus… thank you for loving me.
© JW Thomas