To a Beautiful World;

All the beauty I see,

The flowers blooming,

The bees buzzing,

The way his cheeks turn red.

But there is what I do not.

It's a greater cause and yet,

I see nothing except his cheeks turning red.

The act of secrets,

It's a powerful thing.

Selfless acts,

Unrecognizable to anyone who is not Responsible.

Yet, they'll see the change.

Such a beauty cannot compare,

It shouldn't be such a rare occasion.

But what a beautiful world You can be.