I wrote this while thinking about you. I want to write something that could describe you, that would perfectly describe you. But, nothing I'll ever write will do you justice. Nothing this shaky hand could type would be enough.

You have the whole milky way in your eyes. You have the universe embedded in those pretty eyes. Something people could only dream of A constellations of stars, rainbows, and everything pretty in this world.

You are a masterpiece. The kind that took center stage in everywhere you walk into. You are a walking painting. Even in an art exhibition, you'll beat the beauty of every single thing in them.

Universe took a lot more time in creating you. Painting those smiles. Stroke by stroke. You have the warmth of a soft hugs and everything nice showing through those smiles and I, for one, are lucky to be able to witness it.

Even after all of that, these writings will never quite do you justice. Nothing I could ever write will.