Focused on your face
Lost inside eternity
Within your eyes, within your grace
I, a mere peasant
Wrapped in dreams of tender touches
From the softness of your fingers
In the presence of such lushness
You're what beauty had in mind
When it graced us with its presence
So I'm drawn into your light
Into your essence
I, a mere observer
Of evolution beyond chains
Watch you weave a world of whispers
Into better things than pain
You may not hear me
But I cheer for you always
To embrace your independence
That I know you'll achieve someday
The world is lucky for
Your creativity and beauty
So I sit within your sun
And hope you eagerly include me
So please continue blooming
For your presence on its own
Makes a landscape full of wonder
In the places that you've grown.
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