You

Rough palms running along my bare body,

Small circular motions soothing away all hardship and jaded emotions thrumming within.

Pressure to be perfect overwhelming,

Mirrors and reflections dragging me down daily,

Flaws ever so evident in them;

But you— you who loves true,

Sees past such trivial things,

Always reminding me beauty is skin deep,

Especially when I’m blind to see.

Your touch is a solace,

Smile capable of dispelling fears,

Heart of gold almost flawless,

A safe place for my tears.

When together, I forget the outside world,

Focused solely on you,

Who repels the bad weather with a mere kiss and worst when we’re tangled in bliss;

Love the greatest comfort there is.