Dear You,

Dear you,
Every time you smile it sends shivers up my spine
I wish that you could see me
You would probably laugh
I know how desperate I look staring at you like you are a goddess
You are a goddess
I wish you could hear me
You would probably hate my voice; it would crack because I am nervous
How could I not be nervous
You are the epitome of perfection
They must have spent hours sculpting your features
Every expression is absolutely breathtaking on you
Your happiness makes me rejoice
Your sadness makes me weep
I wish I could reach you
You would probably be disgusted by my callused fingers
Your skin is milky and soft
Love, you tell me you love me
But you must be joking
Looking down on me, pitying my love
Because dearest You there is nothing about me that is nearly as welcoming as you

From: Me