A beauty that cannot be tainted by rugged clothes and the dirt of this earth
You are embraced by the worlds arms, my queen this world sings ballads for you, through you and in you like the breaths you take for me to inhale all of you as I watch the light dancing off of your teeth when you smile, you make the sky insecure. If such things were possible I would paint mirrors in it, so that every time you doubted your signifance as an angel in a world where so few exist, all you would have to do is tilt your head. Your eyes like firebombs sometimes flicker in the exhaustion of your tribulations —I understand your effort, your struggle, but I admire your strength, your perseverance,I pray—this world does not dim the crimson fire in your veins that runs wild, you beautiful woman—with a heart like an ocean it holds many things unknown— I hope to engulf myself in your being and learn you from the inside out. I could not love you as a child as much as I wanted to—a child could never understand the way your temple works and I’ve left imperfections on it that should have never been, falling short of the glory that made you possible my tears and my regrets have become leather on my face, stifling my breath at the thought of hurting you and what you embody to me—stay gold like sunrises over mountains that touch the sky—you are to me the stars over country nights, the moon light shimmering off of turquoise waters during tide, oxygen to my lungs, God’s thirst for beauty quenched in your creation, I love you, I’ve loved you a million times before in lifetimes before this one, and I’ve sung your praise a million times before but I want you to hear it a million times more, you beautiful woman—Kiana
