Throughout the waves,
I see a beautiful soul,
a beauitful, golden covered soul.
I write end on end but there are no words,
no sentence to show my feelings, the sight I see.
There are just no words, for me to tell,
no story that would be told right.
Only one word comes to mind, it not a word I use much.
It must be showed not just written, for this has been showed to me.
For I have been loved.
