I'd write something as beautiful as you are
But I don't think I could ever find the words
So, I'll use what I do know to flow this out
Maybe, just maybe muse in a clever verse

Something unique, like you doesn't come around too often
And if you're lucky enough to have that, then cherish it because your hard, beating heart will soften

The bitter cynicism will slowly, but oh so surely begin to rot away
The plants of doubt and insecurity that have taken root in the soul will wither and die today

The mind will no longer be cloudy, and the road that was blocked will finally be clear

Or at least it would.... if you were here