Through the eyes of the Beholder
Is where the beauty Lies
As we age and grow Older
Our love never Dies
Through the eyes of the Beholder
Precious moments are Caught
When you cry on my Shoulder
For comfort you have Sought
Through the eyes of the Beholder
The feel of her Presence
The flame that will never Smolder
Taken by her Essence
Through the eyes of the Beholder
Is where the beauty Lies
Still we age and grow Older
Our love never Dies
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