Beautiful

When we first met,
her hair was a mess
and I saw her smile.
She was beautiful.

When we went on our first date,
her dress was blue
and I heard her laugh.
She was beautiful.

When I proposed to her,
her eyes were wide
and I watched her cry.
She was beautiful.

When we got married,
her parents hated me,
and I loved her.
She was beautiful.

When we had our first fight,
her voice was filled with hate,
and I held her.
She was beautiful.

When we had our son,
her lips were still,
and I cried with her.
She was beautiful.

When we got in the car,
her skin was white,
and I was empty.
She was beautiful.

When we sit together,
her stone is cold,
and I am alone.
She is beautiful.