Is my world,
genuinely beautiful,
or is it his existence,
that help me breathe?
If the beauty in my eye,
reflects onto his skin,
isn't he the one,
that help me see?
The sound of his laugh,
the way his eyes smile.
Isn't that the most,
beautiful thing?
The sound of his heart,
whenever it beats.
Do I find home,
in him?
For him and only him.
ㅡn.s