This photo, I see an angel

Her eyes glowing. Blue and pure like stars in the night sky

The long golden locks calling to me. My fingers wanting to move through

Skin, so soft and smooth and fair as fresh snow. So clean and inviting

Glowing cheeks as she smiles, a smile that could light up my heart at its darkest

You hold a rose in your lips, its petals red and beautiful. Pale in comparison to the the draw of your lips them selves

You are beautiful

and magical

But the most special thing about this angel is all the little things
that a photo can't show

her heart

and soul

You are beautiful inside and out.
Even if you can't see it.