Color me elegantly with your skillful fingertips.
Brush my cheeks with bright shades of love.
Paint my lips with the truth that lingers on your own.
Touch my skin and make me glow in your warmth.
Wrap my soul fully with a palette of colors.
You be the artist and make me your world renowned masterpiece.

You are someone's universe
Or galaxy or the brightest star in
Their night sky.

You are precious, my love.

You are needed,
More than you could ever think.

You are in their thoughts,
Memories of you linger in their minds
Like the fresh fragrance
Of roses.

They think about you
Every day;
Each passing second and minute.

You are deeply loved, and
Your life matters.

You are not to be blamed,
My love.

Life gets difficult sometimes, things
Do not go as planned,
Rejections and failures happen
But that doesn't mean
Life isn't beautiful or you have to
Give up.

Your day is just not here yet,
My love.

So don't give up, and
Don't taint your arms with strokes
Of crimson red.

You are an incredible person.

You are braver than any soldier
To walk on this planet.

Your battle scars
Are what makes you beautiful;
Wear them like a medallion
And be proud of them.

Because battle scars will heal,
Death doesn't.

I would say that you are my universe,
My galaxies or stars in
My night sky.

But they are common analogies
Used these days by poets
Limited by a collective imagination
Or lack thereof.

You are not space, my love,
You are not a void or empty space
With glimpses of light.

You are not a vast black mass
With spots of white,
You are indeed a spectrum of colors,
My love.

You are a compressed amalgamation
Of beauty and flaws
Contained in a singular entity.

You are not the unfathomable,
And you are not
The ethereal, my love.

You can be reached and
You can be sensed in your entirety.

You are not the vacuum, my love.

You are you.

You are an incredible creation; you are a human being.

Somewhere along the way,
My heart has stopped longing for
Your warmth and love,
The demons that run riots in my soul
No longer confide in your monsters.
I don't know you anymore and
I don't know
How to tell you that.

You are beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are fat or thin,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are tall or short,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are dark or light,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you have scars or birthmarks,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are an introvert or extrovert,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are gay, lesbian, bisexual or trans,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you suffer from
Mental disorders,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you wear glasses or not,
You're still beautiful.

It doesn't matter if you are rich or poor,
You're still beautiful.

You may have flaws,
But that's what makes you whole.

And to me,
You'll always be beautiful.

There is no vacancy in my heart
For another love
Because it is filled with the hope
That you and me
Will one day end up together.