For every time you doubt yourself
I wish I could
convince the universe to let us trade vision
so that you can
see yourself through my eyes
and then you will recognize
the woman, as strong as a tree
standing still after a hundred storms
the fighter who keeps on going
despite the arrows being shot at her direction
a person with so much love to be given
a friend as precious as the four leaf clover
someone with sparkling stars in her eyes
a presence, so you I can use every adjective I know to describe
you and it will always come back to the word
beautiful
because you truly are
beautiful
a human with flaws and doubts and anxiety crawling on your back
but you are still
beautiful.