I have adored you since the first day I saw you, with your hair redder than a sunset.
I didn't know your name, your age, even your grade, but you were so intriguing and from that moment on, I saw beauty in a different light.
So when the other girls said they loved you, I let them.
I let their words wash over me knowing that I could never be girl that you would choose first, why would you?
When those girls touch you, I hope you get butterflies and smile and feel good about yourself because you're beautiful, you're wonderful, you're infinite.
When she touches you on the dance floor and you don't smile, push her away, slap her in the face, tell her that you do not want her.
When you shine on that dance floor like radiance and hope and new sunshine, keep shining.
Don't ever lose that light.