Dear Beautiful,

I know sometimes you can't take it.
My lack of motivation to get a good nights rest.

I really only stay awake to see the rising sun hitting your face.
To watch your body.
I'd like to examine your freckles, where each mole on your body lies.

I'd like to etch out your beauty like mountains on a map.
I almost wish I was a painter.
What I really love is to watch you breath, sometimes I turn off our peddastle fan just to hear a little better.  

Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.

Somehow you always find the will, even in your slumber, to catch my hands like roaming butterflies and hold them.

I only want to bask in the moment.
That's why I'm always last to bed.
I only want to make sure your image is imprinted in my brain.

Like stained glass.
A portrait in oranges and yellows
Browns and blacks.
Reds and blues.
I want you to know you'll look this beautiful forever.

Dear Beautiful,

I know sometimes I must really be annoying but,
I'm only trying to breath you in.

Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.