Thoughts I Had Today

Pretty

"What kind of pretty am I?"

Pretty?
I wouldn't use 'pretty' to describe you, for it does not do you justice.

But if I were to describe you with that singular word, I would say...

You're pretty like Autumn;
when fauna's leaves are wilting and her barks slowly peeling off with each passing day.
A representation of death and the new life becoming.

You're pretty like Spring;
the fresh flowers and the smell of earth and sweets.
The symbol of rebirth.
You're pretty like when the bumblebees are attracted to the pollen of flowers.
Pretty like the wings of the butterflies that flutter and play at our garden.
Pretty like the hummingbirds that come by our home to say 'hello'

You're pretty like summer;
the thuds of feet running alongside the distant shore.
The smell of salt and ocean breeze.
Pretty like the golden hour that hugs your skin, whilst we watch it from our balcony.
Pretty like how bright your eyes are when the sunlight hits them; a mix of brown and gold.

You're pretty like winter;
Pretty like the first snow on Christmas; like when each time we laugh, a cloud of smoke comes out of our lips.
Pretty like the snow angels we made that one night we took a stroll at the park.
Pretty like my rosy cheeks when we stay out for too long; pretty like how you'd warm them with your hands and I'd put mine over yours - smiling in return of your sweet gesture.
Pretty like when we'd cuddle under the blankets, hot cocoa on our hands as we binge our favourite movies and tv shows.

Pretty like the thousands of poems I've read and written;
Prettier than the words I think of to describe you as I write this.

A singular word cannot describe you; not even a thousand can.

If I could show you how these eyes perceive you, maybe then you will understand.