I want to see you
As you see you.
I want to know you in your skin.
I want to hear your story
The way you narrate it.
I want to find who you are beneath your layers.
You are part vulnerability and part mystery
I will honor what you choose to reveal.
I want to be a mirror
That lets you glimpse your perfection.
You deserve to be seen,
Gazed upon, admired, understood.
Everything asks for worship;
All you must do is look around you.
Beautiful things do ask for attention.