give me beauty

Give me beauty. Give me a room painted white, a wooden floor and a green plant. Give me Venetian blinds and a car boot sale dressing table mirror. Give me crisp white sheets and a glass of water on a bedside table. Give me the natural light of half past six on a morning in August, and birdsong flowing through the window on a gentle breeze. Give me the smell of fresh cut grass and lavender. Let me run my fingers through warm hair, and marvel at the beauty of a sleeping face. Let me whisper words into a dreaming mind and pretend they can really hear me. Let my fresh eyes be the first thing somebody sees when they wake up. Give me purity and beautiful hands. Give me an embrace. Let me finally hold onto something that has a pulse.