What does it take to tell a girl she's beautiful?
When could be that special time for you?
Where will you find yourself telling the truth?
How can somone like you be obscured?
Is it about being concealed of such difference,
Or unveiling the natural calm on her face?
Totally dressed with difficult envelope of thin,
Or hiding a suspected cloak for same thing?
To ask a girl how beautiful she really is...
The only reason.... no need for the question "why?";
Rather without an eclipse story of any turning points
You can take a heart formed out of the disjoint.
As a master of hidden torture in your chest
As a man of casual, undefined endearments;
The task of words drabble behind your brain,
Yet taking part on your doubtful entertainment.
A front act title is surreal understatement
It is to prove yourself by any judgement
That every action is special only for her,
And every words are bald strong statement.
"She doesn't have to reveal her whole body,
For you to see her skin-deep deity.
If you want a perfect view of her heart,
You'll touch it with gentle actions, no harm."
Let her realize that, especially, as the man she is in love with.
