Where do I even begin?
What do I even say?
I feel like all the words I could speak you’ve probably heard them before.
They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Well your beauty is so deep even a blind man would know of it.
The way your face breaks out a smile.
Spreading your lips,
Your lips pushing up your cheeks and exposing your pearly whites.
It’s as if the heavens are gazing upon you;
How the sunlight shines on your skin.
Even the silhouette of your shadow leaves the ground with butterflies.
In a room full of darkness the only spotlight you need is your glow.
Trust me I know
I’ve seen you in a room without the lights on before.
It’s as if you’re a divine artistic painting
Made by brush strokes from the angelic hand of perfection.
Bringing life to an otherwise dead canvas.
Do I keep going on or do I stop..??
Your beautiful image has cursed my mind with beautiful words.
Yet I feel even if I wrote for an eternity my words still wouldn’t be enough.