Look in the mirror how you're sculpted.
The color of your eyes,
how they hide your despair
and hold the galaxies together.
The mole next to your eye
stands out like a lone star
in the night sky.
The shade of your skin,
whether pale, brown or coffee black,
they glimmer like tides in the sun.
The stretch marks
etched onto your stomach,
like lightning in the sky.
The way your body is built,
godlike in its own way, but you're blinded
by the voices that tell you otherwise.
You're a creation of nature;
an artwork painted with precision.
Your beauty is a tapestry;
a reminder of your ancestry.
Remember, my love,
you're one of a kind.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:27 AM UTC
Look in the mirror how you're sculpted.
The color of your eyes,
how they hide your despair
and hold the galaxies together.
The mole next to your eye
stands out like a lone star
in the night sky.
The shade of your skin,
whether pale, brown or coffee black,
they glimmer like tides in the sun.
The stretch marks
etched onto your stomach,
like lightning in the sky.
The way your body is built,
godlike in its own way, but you're blinded
by the voices that tell you otherwise.
You're a creation of nature;
an artwork painted with precision.
Your beauty is a tapestry;
a reminder of your ancestry.
Remember, my love,
you're one of a kind.
