Why all the insecurities?
I love you.
Isn't that enough?

I see no one else.
You're that soft, gentle breeze
That touches my skin.

A beautiful hibiscus
In a garden of roses
You're the only thing that makes sense
In a world riddled with confusion.

You bloom in a field of stunted growth
A picture of hope
Tearing away the tangled vines
That surround my heart.