there is nothing more perfect than the freckles on your nose, and the way they scatter like raindrops on your cheeks.
they remind me of a sky with new fallen snowflakes, each one different in size and shape.
i know how much you hate them, you say they're distracting, misformed, or decorate your face wrongly.
maliciously, you cover them, peach-colored paint dries the bridge of your nose cracks, and a piece of you fades with it.
summer comes and the paint melts off, the facade with it, and once again the sun can paint drops of caramel on your skin.
Happy Valentine's Day! This one is made for my cousin who is so fortunate to have the most beautiful freckles but she hates them. I always wished I had freckles, they seem so cute and girly, but I never got them to her extent. And so this is a love poem for my cousin but also her freckles.