i feel creepy
when i look at you,
like a man.
but i cannot help it.
i see you almost every day
i must glance
i do the same to everyone else.
for you it feels odd
your beauty is too great.
long light brown hair,
wavy after getting wet
while walking here in the rain
your greenish brown eyes
so big, like they could suck you in
trap you in their beauty.
tiny light eyelashes line the edges
like freshly cut grass
your eyebrows
so light
they are barely visible
so you must look.
it makes you intriguing.
your perfect nose
pointy with a huge bump at the top
your mask sits right beneath
held in place by the pointy tip
tiny freckles line your nose
going all along to your cheeks.
your smile is so wide
slight dimples frame it
filled with slightly wonky
yellowish pearls.
your long forehead
hidden behind a shield of hair
never seen since the age of seven
when it was cut.
the tiny wrinkles
they line it surface
barely noticeable
through the fringe
they remind me
of your reality
for how can someone so perfect
roam this planet.
i thought such a high standard
was reserved for angels.
and goddesses.
somehow
you remind me of a bug.
that is not an insult
more a complement.
in my brain
some things are so beautiful
when i try to describe them
it doesn't make sense to others.
it sounds odd, mean
but no.
a beautiful human bug,
my beautiful human bug.
that's my secret
something you'll never know,
i love you.
by o.p.
sometimes beauty is unexplainable. sometimes, it's just too much.
