Dear Beautiful.
Did you know that your hair reminds me of the summer breeze.
And that your eyes are like summer trees.
Your lips are red, like roses,
and you finger tips are sort, like their petals.
Dear Beautiful.
Did you know that I think of you.
When its rainy out,
I think of you, because thats how we shared our fist kiss.
When its sunny out, I think of you, because those are the days we never missed.
Dear Beautiful.
Did you know that when you walk,
I star.
When you talk I pay attention.
And when you look my direction, I freez, seizing the moment of nonrejection.
Dear Beautiful.
Did you know that I cry, when I think of the time you said you loved me.
I cried.
When you take my hand, its like taking my breath, I feel no pain.
Dear Beautiful.
Did you know I like you.
Did you know this poem was about you.
Did you know that I love you too.
