For Who You Are

I like your complexion so much I stare at you and your reflection. The composition of these fantastic facial features boils down to perfection…Or something of the sort. I’ll never get tired of looking at you even if my eyes are blurred and sore. I speak the truth, I do, but it’s those thoughts composed behind that superficial stratum that makes you most beautiful. It’s what I adore. It’s not your looks that keeps me waiting, staring at my bedroom door. It’s not your looks that makes me love you more than the day before. When I’m with you, you become more handsome by mind than by body, and it makes me realize I’m lucky to be calling you mine.