Something too complex to know,
Too beautiful to express,
I am writing of your soul.
It is the duty of poetry to compress.
I write to capture a sliver
Of you, and of me; of the human race.
It is a task to make me quiver.
We didn’t find in deep space
Or in the ocean’s abyss
Anything of this wonder, of this grace;
I challenge you to find anything like this.
I write because it is my passion
To show you how beautiful you can be.
It’s not found in mirrors or in fashion,
It is the potential of you, you see.
Each person is in sin, and forgiveness
Found with scars, and healing
Flaws and finesse
In exultation and kneeling.
All of these impressions on your heart
And each moment in your past
Is just another part
Of the only you, the very last.
I write to show that you are beautiful
You are grand, You are fierce, you are lovely.
Never forget when you come to struggle,
The you that these words made you see.