I look at you while you complain about the lightness of your lashes ,
I look at you while you fret over the length of your nose,
I look at you while you worry about the stutter of your speech ,

But, all I see is the golden feathers that shield eyes that engulf me with grace .
All I see is , how each glance at you redefines what I call beautiful.
All I see is the imperfect wonder of the soul that lives within your words .