There is nothing like a pretty face
To make the world fade away

Sometimes they shy away
Or they turn around and run

But sometimes they gaze right back
As they draw ever so near

Eyes absorb each pleasant feature
As the words she speaks fill my ear

A voice so sweet as the scented air
The things to say and hear

Balance her material beauty
With a portrait of who she was

Who she was and who she will be
And all the things she does

Essential things that lead her here
To a moment just the two of us share

In this second they disappear
And we draw just a little more near