Sometimes I might overwhelm you with my intensity.
Your beauty is so great it demands passion equal
to your radiance, a passion on par with you.
I see you and see not your flaws, the darknesses
that you continuously dwell upon.
I see an angel made flesh, walking the earth
spreading light without realizing it.
You can not see you as I do,
because most of all my love
I believe
in
you.