When I look at you,

I see beauty.

You are beautiful,

With that raven hair of yours.

You are beautiful,

With that pale skin of yours.

You are beautiful,

With those icy eyes of yours.

You are beautiful,

With that inhuman grace of yours.

You are beautiful,

With that cold heart of yours.

Will that heart ever be warm again?

Will you ever smile again?

Will your eyes ever sparkle again?

Will you ever say my name again?

Or will you stay there,

In that beautiful world of yours,

Not moving?

When I look at you,

I see beauty.

Because in my eyes,

You are beautiful.