Beauty

Beauty is the soft emotions he shows you -

through his eyes.

Beauty is the soft beating inside his chest that you know

Beats only for you

Beauty is the warmth that stems from such simple contact

like a brush of your hands, or a hidden caress.

Beauty is the gentle hidden smile only you can see when your eyes

first meet in the morning.

Beauty is all the small things, like when he kisses you,

he holds on just a little bit tighter,

and you notice.

Beauty is when he can cure any type of misery or sorrow just by saying

“what’s up?”

Beauty is the feeling you get when you nuzzle the crook of his neck,

And his embrace suddenly holds so much more,

Those memories of awkward glances

Shy advances,

Stolen hugs,

Simple tugs on the ends of your fingers,

Beckoning, to go somewhere quieter, and uninhibited….



Beauty is when you just can’t stop

dreaming about him, and all the things that make him just so wonderful

At least that’s what’s beautiful to me.