You are no flower vase.
You have a bouquet of qualities,
That have bloomed into feminine charm.

I see you and I think,
Of the blue vast skies.
With puffy white clouds like accessories.

You are that blue sky,
And in your openness and freedom-
I take flight.

This is not mere flattery,
But a truth that flows within me.
Like blood in my arteries.

Like the stars at night,
In my darkest times,
You shine brightly.

Helping me overcome things.
That try to hinder me.