When I call you beautiful, it’s not just a word,
It’s the light in your soul that my heart has heard.
It’s the grace in your laughter, the fire in your eyes,
The quiet strength you carry, the truth that never lies.
Your beauty’s the warmth in your tender embrace,
The courage you wield in each challenge you face.
It’s the way your mind dances, with wit and with grace,
Painting dreams in the air, leaving stars in their place.
Every scar tells a story, each flaw a design,
A map of your journey, both human, divine.
Your heart’s steady rhythm, your spirit’s soft glow,
Are threads in the tapestry only love can know.
When I call you beautiful, it’s all that you are,
From the roots of your being to your furthest star.
No part left untouched, no piece left unseen,
You’re beautiful, wholly, my heart’s evergreen.