You are a flower with your own special perfume. I am intoxicated by it. ⠀
Yes. She has her moments. Happiness and sadness. But you know what? She is real. She is all woman. One of the reasons I love her. She is diamond. Polished from pressures of life and she is beautiful. It is her soul that makes her sparkle. She learns from her pain; she knows life’s a lesson and that feeling is what makes us human.
She suffers, but heals herself in time; and her smile reflects the depth of her experience, and is the true source of her beauty. You don’t have to put an eyeliner or lipstick, but if that makes you smile, then by all means, do it. You don’t have to wear heels, but if those extra inches put you on the top of the world, then go for it baby. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything. I just hope you see yourself the way I see you. Because you’re beautiful.
I look at you differently. Others see the flower in her beauty. Yes, you are beautiful that is true. I look at your roots, how deep they go, how deep they love and very deep they grow. Your beauty is for my eyes. Your roots are for my heart, because that’s where you grow and live. ⠀
And many times I whispered softly looking at you, ‘I love you my dear’. No lies no masks in my words.
Beauty and brains, So they say about you. Kinda like judging a book by her cover. Few seen inside her book. While her title says non-fiction, It could be called also a mystery, survival or her pure poetry. What they say about her is just the tip of the iceberg. Layers upon layers of simplicity to make complexity. If I could title just her books of life. It would be few words, “loves from her heart”.
What she wants more than anything is to be loved completely by somebody with eyes that see all of her and not just what they want to see.
I love you and everyday I promise myself to show you that kind of love which is made in the heart, manufactured by love, delivered during a lifetime, day in, day out with loyalty, trust, respect and true caring.