Have you seen her eyes?
Chiseled from saphire, blue.
Have you seen them glow, even at love untrue?
Have you seen her lips?
Born of roses, red.
Have you seen them blossom in monochrome autumns we dread?
Precious eyes of saphire blue,
They could sit on an emperor’s crown,
But have these eyes ever cried, have they ever drowned?
Lips so royal, of scarlet sin,
Its beauty ages old,
But have they ever spoke of love,
Have they calmed a soul?
Precious girl, what are you made of,
Or what is made of you?
Rubies and roses, silver and gold.
Is that all you’ll ever know?
Or love and kindness,
Courage and politeness,
Will there be ever more?