Pretty.

It just so happens,
that as the sun goes down,
the light hits you.

Your curls light up.
Your hair is on fire.
You are pretty.

It just so happens,
that as the sun rises,
the rays bounce off of your cheeks.

Your cheekbones appear rosy,
Your dimple glows,
You are priceless.

It just so happens,
that in the afternoon,
the sun is in the sky.

You look sun kissed.
Your shoulders glow.
You are luminous.

It doesn't matter,
what time of day.
Or if you have spilled coffee on your shirt.
Or if your socks don't match.

You are not perfect.
I am not perfect.
We are divine.
We match.
We just need the light to hit us, just so.

We just need to see it,
Through our eyes.
We just need to see it,
in the shadow.
With our hearts.