I think it's beautiful
the way you curve your lips
when you speak about
the things you admire
and the phenomena
you believe in,

how sunsets show
that endings could be
of oranges and yellows
and not all grey,

how the waves
wander the sea
but still return
to the shore,

how a flock of birds,
no matter how long
will always wait
for them
to be complete.

I think it's beautiful
how you call me
at the end of the day
to tell me how it went,

how you take me
to unfamiliar places
that only us know,

how you wait for me
when there are days
that i want to be
with myself;

I think it's beautiful
how you're always there.

And so they say,
that beauty
lies in the face,
but then I look at you,
all of those voices
suddenly become mute,

because when I look
at you,
behind your
curved smile,
behind those
brown eyes,
I see more
than just beautiful.

I see
you.