You

Whoever you are, wherever you are this poem is written to you

No matter the color of your skin,

the gender you have chosen,

the sexual orientation you have not,

or the problems you have

this is written to you, for you

To me you are beautiful

You are a daisy in a field of grass

You are the first rain after a month long drought

You are the wind in my hair and the sun on my skin

Your body is a museum, few see it's true beauty

Your fingers were made to fill the places between mine

Your eyes are the reflection of my heart; dark but electric when you're smiling

You are the hook of the poem

You are the happy ending of the farytale

You are the hug of an old friend

You are the sweat on a father's brow

And the tears of a new mother

You are life in it's simplest form

You are the recovery after rehab

You are the Eiffel Tower, stretching into the sky

You are the deepest parts of the ocean, with all of its mystery

You are the play button

You are the doctor that saved me

You are the first day of school, filled with excitement and nervousness

You are blanket that keeps me warm on winter nights

You are the clock that has stopped ticking because time is but a number

You are a swan in a world of geese

You are my knight in shining armor

You are the Sun, the Moon, and every Star

You are the "if" that keeps me up at two a.m.

I am the dark tunnel

And you are the light