round opals shadowed by a curve
of angelwings I see
pink petals garnishing your smile
what pretty face, it beams
the rays of neversetting sun
caress your every step
what pretty face, to fall in love
it beckons, and to peck
to softly peck your rosy cheeks
a man could not resist
and I as well I stare in awe
bewitched
as I insist
say pretty face your hidden worth
what treasures do you keep
if nothing then in wrinkles hope
I see your pretty cheeks
a pretty face is in itself
yeah, just a pretty face
but wrinkles, they reveal it all –
the life you’ve lived
if happily
your actions have a trace
your thoughts, if there, appear
all on your pretty face
