At My Most Beautiful
I've found a way to make youI've found a wayA way to make you smile
I read bad poetry into your machineI save your messagesJust to hear your voice.You always listen carefullyTo awkward rhymes.You always say your nameLike I wouldn't know it's you,At your most beautiful.
I've found a way to make youI've found a wayA way to make you smile
At my most beautifulI count your eyelashes secretly.With every one, whisper I love you.I let you sleep.I know your closed eye watching me,listening.I thought I saw a smile.
I've found a way to make youI've found a wayA way to make you smile