Snowflake
To the girl with the cute smile. To me, you’re perfect. And although you deny it, that doesn’t stop me from believing it.
You say that you are far from it, but it is in those so called “flaws” that I see your perfection. Whether it be your little giggle or the way that you hug me so tightly that I feel as if I am protected from the world.
Your beauty leaves me in awe and I find myself sometimes staring off into space only to realize that my eyes are focused on you. My eyes trace every line in your face like a beautiful painting. And when our eyes connect, my heart skips a beat.
You are able to cheer me up when I am at my worst and give me something to look forward to everyday. You are the first thing the that enters my mind when I wake up, and the last thing that leaves when I go to sleep. And on occasion, you’re all I think about.
You’ve given me memories that I will never forget. And all the moments I have spent with you, I will always remember. You have become a part of my life that I hope will be there with me in the future.
You make life enjoyable. You are my light at the end of the tunnel when all seems lost. You have filled this world of black and white, with color. I can’t help but cherish every second I have with you.
I sometimes force myself to stay up just to continue our conversation. YOU have turned into my insomnia. But for some reason, it’s worth it. It’s worth hearing your voice on the other end of the line or just seeing your name on the caller ID.
I can’t help but to be selfish with you. I know it sounds strange but I want you all to myself. I wanna be the reason behind your smile. And I hope to make you as happy as you make me.
This poem is smallest way to describe how amazing you truly are. The words used to describe you have yet to be added in the English dictionary. Because girls like you come around maybe once in a lifetime. You are a snowflake among the vast population of individuals. You’re special in every way possible and knowing you is best thing that has ever happened to me.
So thank you. Thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for giving me a reason to live. And thank you for being my miracle.
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