Your mere voice has my fingers itching for a strand of your hair
The size of your thighs or arms or heart, nothing can make you less desirable
Can you hear the anxiety in my voice while trying to explain?
It's like a raindrop reminding the rainbow of its importance
"You've got talent and purpose, and beauty" it says. "Beauty on top of beauty, but more importantly, you've made me smile and you're the sunlight after a storm, even when I'm the raindrops."

I am the storm.
I forget that, that is ok. It's ok to be the rain somedays.
Rainbows are never more beautiful, than after a long dreary night of raindrops.