we're beautiful-so beautiful that we're meant to be

my dark brown eyes to your chocolate eyes

our black hair makes our affair

your strong hands weave through my soft hair

as we sit through the morning air

waiting for our bus to come here

we laughed and joked ourselfs

yah I was only 12

but our love is so strong

does our age really count?

even so...we could still be friends

even if it might not work out...

we're still beautiful-beautiful like all lovers should be.

~Tina Yang