You are not dull.
You are not plain.
The world gives you gravity.
The sun lights your eyes
because they are beautiful.
The wind touches your skin
to feel its purity.
The rain washes your hair
and spins it on its loom.
You are not dull or plain.
Your voice is a poem
the world listens to.
It puts your words
in its sounds.
You are indestructibly gorgeous.
A happiness the world
opens its flowers to,
and seeing you from its sky
gives its heart’s return,
forever and again.
I will give you gravity, it says
love, love,
consolable
and inconsolable