Beautiful things are just so grand.

Money, riches, titles to land.

Who owns what or what owns man?

Like owning a desert but none of the sand.


You get what you give for.

You receive even less.

Sometimes it's better for you.

When you don't know the best.


Things are not that bad.

When you don't let them be.

You have to remember.

There are things you don't see.


And that explains love.

Or maybe not at all

Your smile is so wonderful...

And your eyes beat them all...


... Maybe that explains it.