Poetry From The Heart

Beautiful Painting

I can't tell you how much you mean to me.

I can't tell you how I've longed to live this freely.

Your laugh, your smile, your eyes.

The way you look at me leaves me breathless, your laugh makes me smile, and your smile makes my heart race.

"Is it weird..?" I remember asking you, too quietly for you to even hear.

"Is it weird that, to me, you're kind of beautiful?"

I guess referring to a male as beautiful isn't normal, per say.

But to me, my perspective that you are, won't change.

You aren't beautiful in a woman's way, of course.

But you're so much more.

I see you as a piece of art, so elegantly designed.

Someone put their time and effort into creating you; your perfect lips, analyzing brown eyes, dimples that appear with your every smile.

They put time into your height, your body language, your soft hands, your smooth skin.

They made your heart pure, sweet and caring, yet scarred all the same.

They created you to be admired from afar, but your kind heart wanted to help others.

You noticed me, I noticed you. You were far too perfect, I feared I would ruin you. But you saw me as a beautiful piece of art, too.

I had scratches at my canvas, the paint was cracked and the smile was all too forced upon my painted face. But you saw a masterpiece.

You saw me to be beautiful. I began to believe it with your constant compliments and your soft looks of admiration.

I can't fathom how I felt.

I am a beautiful girl to you.

To me, you are my beautiful painting.

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I guess, it's an interpretation of how I view him.

Maybe he views me that way, maybe not. But I know how I feel.

Thank you for reading this.

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Rosa Vazquez.