Almost Beautiful

You’re beautiful - almost

A lost and sad reflection of another’s ghost

A shadow of a shadow that’s been haunting me the most

So close, so close

You’re wonderful - nearly

Not quite a picture postcard of the way that it should be

A whisper of a rumour of a dying melody

Perfect - not really

Red are the roses, no doubt

At least until we throw them out

And violets I can do without

regardless of their hue

Though such things have their place I know it’s true

But a pillow over the face.....

Well, maybe that’s a kind of loving too

You’re wonderful -nearly

Not quite a picture postcard of the way that it should be

A whisper of a rumour of a dying melody

Perfect - not really

You’re beautiful - almost

A lost and sad reflection of another’s ghost

A shadow of a shadow that’s been haunting me the most

So close, so close

Beautiful........ almost