I’d hold your hand always so you’d never feel alone.

I’d reflect your beauty so clearly, so absolutely, you’d look into my eyes
and see your own unquestionable worth.

I’d convince you somehow that it’s better to love, to risk you heart, to be bruised and battered and painfully alive than it is to be safe on the sidelines, undamaged, unaltered, untouched.

I’d show you how you already have all that you need, and the only thing that’s missing is your willingness to shine. I’d show you by having you shine for me, and you’d see it clearly in the dazzled way that I’d stand inside the light of you.

If I could…

I’d show you everything wonderful about you, because it wouldn’t be hard.
Shouldn’t be hard. It’s so fucking clear to me.