The Unfairness Of Angels

Beautiful. A word I use to describe you

Except when I say it, I mean it, it’s true

And when I don’t say it, I think always

Under the moonlight and suns gaze

Thinking of you, and this word, ‘beautiful’

I know sometimes I act the fool

Fools are often misunderstood

Understand me? I wish you would

Love me, like lovers should.