beautiful
when i call you beautiful
know it’s more than just your face
i’m interested in.
when i say you’re beautiful
i mean it from your heart toward the light.
your skin, while aligned perfectly
over your bones
stretched without a flaw
will fade with time.
the road of life will leave it’s tracks
upon your face
for all to see.
a map of where you’ve been
edges faded to where you might
go next.
when i repeat you’re beautiful
know i see where you’ve come from.
i see your heart listening in the brightness of
your eyes.
i hear your dreams in the softness of
your voice
i feel your soul in the gentleness of
your touch.
beautiful is a word of how one sees
eloquent artistry,
delicate spirits,
or profound delight.
So know when I name you beautiful,
it’s because i have no other word to
describe your divinity.