Blutiful ( blue-tea-full)

Within the shadow of her eyes..
Before she sings,.. before she cries.
And comes as no surprise,
All logic she defies.

It isn’t fibs,.. it isn’t lies.
Just a product of her mind.
How beautiful inside.
In all the glory of her might. 

Feelings she describes,
In words of magic she comprised.

“   ..bluetiful is the starry night..and the moonlight... makes her feel alright “