I don’t know what may happen if you entered for a beauty pageant
Gladly, it doesn’t matter here
[Placing my right hand across my chest and over my heart]
Here there’s only one crown, one judge and one contestant,
There’s no second possible outcome.
You are my uncontested beauty queen.
Models stretched out on beach sand, clad in bikinis –
That may fit the cold covers of glossy magazines;
A pointed nose, full lips and long shapy legs
Can make a fine photograph, yes;
But what makes a real woman is on the inside!
From the angle you sit in every conversation
And the fresh perspective you bring to our arguments;
To your warm demeanor and gentleness;
Oh! and the pure joy of your attendant naughtiness;
Your solid character and the cool charisma;
Wisdom crowns that li’l head of yours
And the soles of your feet bear compassion.
From crown to sole my dear…
You are just beautiful!
When I look through the tenderness of your eye
I enter a world where my many fantasies lie
So don’t be careful when you smile
I don’t mind my heart racing a mile.
Your beauty sinks beyond the eyes of this beholder
To touch the bottom of his soul;
That’s why in my heart, I reserved a little throne
So you can be my beauty queen.