There are some rare occasions
that I catch myself
just gazing at her when
her attention
is elsewhere
and I think to myself,
"My God,
sometimes you can be
such a headache
but you are,
and always be,
my favorite person
in the world."

If I died tonight,
I'd like to come back
as your morning
meditation.
To strengthen you,
yet keep you
at peace.

She needed no man to
understand her,
but she needed every man
to respect her.
Because her father
taught her that all she truly
needed was already
in her―
assurance of her own worth.

She was clothed in strength
and took on the world
fearlessly
with a smile entirely
luminous
that every shadow
that mumbled
hatred towards her
perished.

When she stares at herself
in the mirror,
she swears up to the heavens
that she was cursed
with every
imperfection.
But I tell 'ya,
when I look at her,
I swear up to the heavens
that she-
that she is the most
perfect human being
I have ever met.

What is love?
Two souls
who are not blinded
to each other's
flaws and imperfections,
but still find
genuine beauty
that others were blinded to.