who oh who is true pretty you
my thought is blue when I think of you
its not anything wild or off the cuff child
its just me being true calling art baby blue
wondering what words I could use for commands
rise like the phoenix and soar into the heir
being the Son and the brightest one
happy to bring forth the joy upon the sea
who oh who is true as pretty you
in fields of bloom where dreams pursue
with petals soft and colors bright
you paint the world lovingly light
whisperings sweet breeze confides
presenting love that your gaze provides
through storms and shadows you remain
a beacon in sight amidst the rain
who oh who could ever compare
of the beauty that you graciously wear
every glance a truth so rare
your presence all hearts proclaim
eyes that sparkle like early day dew
your essence radiates shining through
among the shadows where falsehoods brew
your authenticity remains forever true
in sea of doubts you stand statue
a beacon of honesty steadfast you
every smile lighting up the view
your presence sincerity imbues
in this labyrinth where illusions accrue
who oh who is true pretty you
its me lovingly art baby blue
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