The way you wake up in the morning
With the sun shining low
Illuminating the rise and fall
Of your steady breaths
I long to be there
To behold and stare
At the beauty that is you
The softness of your chuckles
When you catch my gaze
The rosiness of your cheeks
When you notice the fire in our veins
You know that I am here
All for you to bare
Against this world
That knows nothing
Of your worth
Your worth that is as blinding as the sun
Your worth that is as filling as love
Your worth that is as good as gold.
YOU ARE READING
To: You
PoetryPoems addressed to you. You who is my friend. You who is my family. You ... who has yet to become anything and everything.
