Your smile is the eternal sunrise that envelops my soul in awe-inspiring splendour and beauty,
your eyes are the infinitely spiralling swathes of purity and insurmountable, piercing radiance,
Your face is the utmost ascension of the physical manifestation of perfection with uplifting grace.
You are my deity, you are my path, you are my love.

One Cool summers day, the Snuggly-Buggly,
Was approached by a creature, hulking and ugly,
A terrible creature, so huge and scary,
And the palms of its hands were surprisingly hairy,
It boomed with a voice, so loud and so deep,
That the floor would shake and frighten the sheep,
But no fear existed in the Snuggle-Bugs protector,
For he had an object called the "****** reflector"
He showed it to the creature, this round piece of glass,
The creature responded with the mightiest of gasps,
It turned tail and ran, at the sight of its face,
It stumbled and tripped as it ran with no grace,
You see the Snuggly-Buggly is one of a kind,
As it beat this huge creature, using only its mind,
Now the Snuggle-Bug is free from fear and despair,
Cos the Snuggly-Buggly will always be there.

Somewhere in this world, I've heard that it's true,
That a creature exists, with huge eyes that are blue,
A small kind of creature, you'd mistake for a mouse,
A small kind of creature, with a small kind of house,
Now this creature is kind and so full of affection,
But the worlds big and scary, so it requires protection,
But fear not young Snuggle-Bug, you are destined to find,
Another such creature, that's also so kind,
A creature that's known, from the east to the west,
As the Snuggly-Buggly if you hadn't have guessed,
Now the Snuggly-Buggly is small but it's strong,
And it holds the Snuggle-Bug in it's arms which are long,
Now it keeps it warm and it keeps it secure,
It gives it some love, and it gives it some more,
If one makes a mistake, a hug's what they're given,
Because each of them knows, they'll always be forgiven,
Now remember this Snuggle-Bug, no matter what you do,
The Snuggly-Buggly will always love you.

This is for you.

My body is scarred.
It has been for years now.
They are still as fresh as the day they formed.
Each one showing.
How to survive a little longer in the world.

They’re worn daily, just to show you’re alive
Every time you look down.
The scars, those battle scars
Flare up, like diamonds in the light
Showing all dimensions of perfection.
Fresh on the skin.

The human being without scars is a heart without a beat.
It’s our statement piece.
Defining us into being the warrior we must become.
Yet, we wallow in self pity, craving attention.
To heal the wounds.

Our scars stand by us when all else fails.
Showing the darkness behind each soul.
Giving light to a person we thought we knew.
They're all over my face.
Screaming the words; nightmare.
Pleading for pride.

Each sting, like the wasp's fear.
They hurt to remind you they haven't gone.
Never will they settle down beside your soul.
In peace.
Battle scars, those battle scars.
Bleed out, shirek out, wail out for acceptance.
Which is denied by our lives.

Make a soldier out of me, wear my battle scars with courage.
Let them taunt my name in disgust.
They can shine whenever they want too.
But it won't stop me.
Let them be my soul companion for life.
This life is now mine.

I hide behind a persona,
I hide behind a guise,
Everyone thinks they know who I am,
But im built upon leagues of lies,
My mentality is a paradox,
Personality is unknown,
Im surrounded by vessels of ignorance,
That have not witnessed how ive grow,
They see me as one thing,
When I know that im another,
Im seen as a being quite content,
When truly I toil and suffer,
But im happy with how im viewed,
Even if it is fictitious,
If im viewed as being gentle and kind,
Am I really vicious,
So if I just accept these views,
Will they change me truly,
Inside I may be a beast,
But to them I am the beauty.

The awe inspiring magnificence, of cosmological constraints,
And the forces within that drive us, whether sinner or a saint,
The undeniable beauty, and astrological grace,
Are insignificant visuals, when they are compared to your face.

The horrendous acts conducted, and mentalities so vile,
Destruction, infection, corruption, deception, with un-ending torment and bile,
The daily atrocities committed, with purity and innocence defiled,
Simply all melt away, when I stop and I picture your radiant smile.

The guise behind which we hide, and the pretence we all adorn,
The haggard faces we cover up, in an attempt to blend into the swarm,
The conditioning forced upon us, to death from when we are born,
Is the last thing my mind can invoke, when I witness the perfection of your form.

We are all truly evil, we are all truly kind,
We are all capable of extremes, when we need to protect our own lives,
When we're pushed to the edge, animal instincts are what we find,
But serenity and creation, are the foundation of your mind.

When compared to the incredible, when compared to the depraved,
When compared to the victims, when compared to the saved,
When compared to the weak, when compared to the brave,
You are absolute and my everything, you are the path that has been paved.

Why must I succeed when I put in no effort,
Why must I improve when I dont even try,
Why am I resented for my genetically given attributes,
Why am I an outcast because I do know why,
I didnt ask to have the answers,
I didnt ask to know,
I didnt ask to coast through life,
I always reap, yet i never sow,
I know this sounds like a pitiful complaint,
It appears positive instead of negative,
But when you deal with constant hate
You long for any sedative,
If I could just sedate my mind would I finally belong,
Or should I just accept these grievances and keep my mind truly strong.