It saddens me that you don't know how beautiful you are.
I know I tell you all the time,
but it doesn't seem like the words ever seep into your skin
you will never fully comprehend what I mean.
You can't see you at 5 am, chest rising and falling,
mouth slightly parted,
as if calling me to kiss.
You can't see the way you look at me-
a look of love I can only hope I return.
You can't feel the security I feel when you wrap your arms around me
You can't hear the things you say to me
or feel the pitter-patter of my heart
tap dancing along my rib cage as you talk.
You can't hear your rumblings
of "I love you."
I catch every word as if they were blown kisses
I'll never miss one.
They are too precious,
too near and dear.
You can't see how much I love you.
Or maybe you can.
Maybe you can see me brim over with happiness when we talk.
Maybe you can see the electricity behind my eyes
and feel the fire in my skin
when we're together.
I know you can feel our connection though
I know you feel the reality of what we are,
who we are.
You even said it yourself: soul mates.
Can you start to see your beauty now?