Do you ever wonder how beautiful you are to me? ☀️
Not beautiful
that word is far too small.
I mean
do you know what happened to the world
the moment you entered mine?
How suddenly there was a before you
and an after?
Do you know
that loving you felt like discovering fire
and having no intention of putting it out?
That something in your eyes
awakened the rebel in me,
and I willingly surrendered
to the revolution?
You became the sun
entering through the window of my words,
the warmth beneath every sentence,
the place my language kept returning to
whenever it tried to describe beauty.