My favorite Lie

I wrapped her in arms.
And whispered in her ear.
"Your so beautiful"
It's a lie I can bear.

Not that she isn't.
She's gorgeous it's true.
But to call her beautiful,
Puts her on the same boat as so many others,
But she's so much more amazing then the 'crew'.

Like the way she smiles,
Alone almost makes my life worth while
And the way she walks,
which speeks much more clearly then the way she talks.

But her voice,
It's almost as if she had a choice.
Like god let her pick,
A voice,
That made men like her toys.

So to call her her 'Beautiful',
Is a understatement and a lie.
And it will be my favorite lie,
Untill the day I die.