Beauty is all around us,
In the natural world,
Even in man-made objects.
Sometimes,
It takes me a while to completely understand
That beauty comes in many forms.
But you,
You are the prime example,
The poster child, if you will,
For what true beauty is.
I know you will read this,
And think about it in disbelief.
But you, my love,
Do not see yourself
The way I see you.
Shall I start with your mind?
You are so sweet,
Selfless, and kind.
Your heart is worth its weight in rhodium.
Seeing you care so much for your loved ones,
And even people who aren’t in your inner circle,
Lets me see how beautiful you are.
You always make sure that everyone is okay,
You never try to purposely hurt others,
Even though some people might deserve it.
Your mind is as beautiful as a mammalian mother caring for a newborn.
Let’s move onto physical features,
Like your eyes.
Your eyes provide me with a warmth that the sun could never,
They give me a feeling of comfort
That a million blankets could not.
And when you look into my eyes,
I feel as if I am staring into whatever  Heaven could possibly be.
Your gaze is so powerful,
And so beautiful,
I can only glance at it for seconds at a time,
Before becoming truly maddened
By your beauty.
Your smile...
It brightens my life like a billion fluorescent lights
Nearly as contagious as pink eye,
I cannot help but also smile,
Either to myself or physically,
When I see you smile.
Your voice also is encompassed by your radiating beauty.
I love to hear you talk,
And sing,
And laugh.
I wish I could listen to you forever,
Talking about your favorite things.
Your singing makes me feel at ease.
I find myself enjoying songs I would not normally enjoy,
When I hear you sing them.
Your laugh may be one of my most favorite sounds in the world.
It is even more beautiful than the sound of a C-chord,
Strummed on a finely tuned guitar.
When I hear you laugh,
I laugh,
Because it makes me so happy.
You, my love,
Make me happy
With your beautiful mind,
Your beautiful body,
And your beautiful soul.
You’re more beautiful than a math problem that works out perfectly.
You’re more stunning than a Portuguese Man O’ War.
You’re more gorgeous than a sun setting on a beach.
You’re more amazing than the first words written down by a new pen.
Sometimes,
It makes me frustrated,
To know that you don’t see yourself
The way I see you
But,
I hope this somewhat helps,
If only temporarily.
My love for you is not temporary,
It is forever.
I will continue to love you,
And appreciate the beauty of you,
For as long as you will let me.