Your existence is exquisite
A blend of everything in beauty
Your faults are quite a pleasure
Even angels shall be envious of
Your flare is such a marvel
Being both of grace and ruthlessness
Its flicker I know not to touch
But to worship it from afar
So come, look at me, talk to me,
smile at me
No matter what look, what manner,
what fault you show
I'd smile and appreciate it all
It's unconditional, what I have for you
Ain't it beauty, ain't it bad?
So no don't cower from me
No, don't ever feel ashamed
You will never know and I will never tell
This silent worship shall be enough
For it is what I can only offer
and what you'll ever need.
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