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.