For what may have caught my eye,
Was surely your pretty face,
But over the years I have come to know,
Your true beauty and inner grace,
For your true beauty is not seen,
Not what you choose to show,
It is your beauty that lies inside,
The beauty I’ve come to know,
And as the years pass on by,
You age just like fine wine,
And every year that passes by,
Makes me glad you’re mine
. .
Big Boobs African. He doesnt say anything as we start walking toward the trees. The pain slowly faded and i looked at my brother
For what may have caught my eye,
Was surely your pretty face,
But over the years I have come to know,
Your true beauty and inner grace,
For your true beauty is not seen,
Not what you choose to show,
It is your beauty that lies inside,
The beauty I’ve come to know,
And as the years pass on by,
You age just like fine wine,
And every year that passes by,
Makes me glad you’re mine
. .
Big Boobs African. He doesnt say anything as we start walking toward the trees. The pain slowly faded and i looked at my brother
For what may have caught my eye,
Was surely your pretty face,
But over the years I have come to know,
Your true beauty and inner grace,
For your true beauty is not seen,
Not what you choose to show,
It is your beauty that lies inside,
The beauty I’ve come to know,
And as the years pass on by,
You age just like fine wine,
And every year that passes by,
Makes me glad you’re mine
. .
Big Boobs African. He doesnt say anything as we start walking toward the trees. The pain slowly faded and i looked at my brother
