You look so pretty when you're talking to me,
and just for a second, I want to see what you see.
'Cause if you saw yourself in the way that I do,
you'd realize your worth-
and maybe I'd realize mine too

I think you're beautiful
From your soul to your toes
And though you don't like it,
I love your big nose
I think you're pretty,
stealing glances at me
My cheeks will get rosy but
I'll pretend I don't see
I think you're handsome,
with the strength that you carry,
a light as bright as yours,
takes a lot of effort to bury
I think you're beautiful when you feel that you are not,
seeing you smile- I loved that alot
I think you're gorgeous,
a compassionate man,
dealt lackluster cards yet
creating the upper hand
I think you're beautiful
In all that you do,
And when I picture future me?
She's sitting right next to future you.

Reckless little robin
Flying through the rain
Don’t you fear the lightning,
Ringing down heaven again?

Shiny little coat
Feathers drinking cold
How you float along the streams of a zephyr
Like a finger gliding past a tear.

Upon the perch-
Watchful puffed, shaking off the wet
I admire from afar
How not even the cold slap of rainfall
Can cause your wary little crown to fret.

Little robin -
How I admire from afar
Wishing we could converse
In a cacophony of chirps and tweets
I’d ask you advice for on braving the weather
You’d ask me how to hide beneath the sheets.

Turn thy tender eyes to me,
And let them glow so soft and free.
Like honeyed warmth on summer’s breeze,
They set my heart at perfect ease.

Gaze upon those lips, so sweet,
Where every smile is pure and neat.
Like petals kissed by dawn’s first light,
They make the world feel soft and bright.

O’ how the stars above would weep,
To see thy beauty, calm and deep.
Thy presence, like a velvet glow,
A secret love the world should know.

In thee, all sweetness finds its voice,
A melody that makes the heart rejoice.
Turn now, sweet soul, and let me see,
The love you hold so tenderly.

O’ Jamil, how exquisitely thou art graced,
A vision formed of light, of time and space.
Thy beauty, like the dawn’s first whispered sigh,
Doth grace the heavens and adorn the sky.

Thine eyes, like pools of sapphire softly gleam,
Reflecting stars and every secret dream.
Each glance a poem, each look a world apart,
A tale of love inscribed within the heart.

Thy lips, like petals kissed by morning’s dew,
Speak truths so gentle, tender, warm, and true.
In every breath, a symphony doth rise,
A melody that lingers 'neath the skies.

O’ Jamil, thou art the moon’s soft glow,
A beauty only illuminating stars and poets know.
Thy form, a work divine, an art, a prayer,
A timeless grace beyond all mortal care.