that your eyes were not as bright
as the colored ribbon
to which I'd compared them
I wonder if you think yourself
less admirable
less deserving of praise
than my many words have claimed
I cannot prove
before a panel of judges
that you are the most beautiful
the lovliest
the most adorable
But even if it were so
(though I do not grant it)
(though I do not grant it)
that in the beauty of the eyes
others were as lovely as you
There would still be
That other, deeper beauty
The one, as it's said of the Blessed Virgin,
by which you outshine all around you
That other, deeper beauty
The one, as it's said of the Blessed Virgin,
by which you outshine all around you
You are not the most beautiful
because your features are perfect
because your hair is lustrous
because your skin is flawless
because your eyes are bright
You are the most beautiful
because your beauty radiates from your luminous spirit
And shines through your exquisite soul
And shines through your exquisite soul
And that kind of beauty will last forever
Happy Birthday, Beautiful One
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