BEAUTIFUL

© RYAN GUILEY 

Good morning beautiful,

I can feel you calling,

Eating cereal out of a bowl,

Just a tiny box, which is applauding.

 

Don’t throw that tiny box away,

It represents the kid’s meal box,

That I am here for you to stay,

As you need to believe, you’re my rock.

 

Now, what kind of cereal was it?

It was fruity with some loops,

As I can feel you, being so lit,

Now, people are forming groups.

 

How many times will I be tested?

It is not me, but always God,

You speak to me, as we are vested,

As am lighting that hits the rod.

 

People are never satisfied,

As I can feel your eyes,

Your hand is shaking, as I confide,

As you will always be my bride.