I Wonder If She Knows

I wonder if she knows,
The beauty that she holds,
Or if she's ever been told.

I wonder if she sees,
The princess standing there within her mirror,
So beautiful, charming,
And ever so clear.

I wonder if she knows,
The smile that she holds,
Is one more precious than gold.
When my hands gently trace her soft face,
My heart races,
With a feeling no other could ever replace.

Holding her close under heaven's stars,
I feel as though I'm on a majestic plateau.
Does she know?
Yes, I think so,
My heart and soul just told her so.