Beauty

I wish you saw The galaxies in your eyes, That I do. I wish you saw the left star Of Orion's Belt Sparkle in your Pupil when you speak Of your loves, Your hardships, And your passions. I wish you saw The waning moon In the curve of your Smile When you catch me Staring. I wish that you saw The Supernovas That explode From within Your chest When anger busts Forth from every Crack she made in you. I wish you saw the Peace displayed Like a map across your Features In the early morning Before the sun rises. I'm pretty sure it could Cure the world. I wish you saw What I see, At three in the morning When I'm restless And lacking sleep, The beauty that You portray. Your movements Speak in poetry, The kind that has never Graced the pen of any Author. The soul that you house, Is most likely beyond The comprehension Of most, An angel walks among Us, but we take it for granted, In the way that we do nothing But tear her down. I wish you saw yourself The way that I see you. Imperfections and all, You are truly Beautiful. You are a true beauty.