Because you deserve to know the light you bring into every room. #send it to her# #爱意诗集# #poetry# --- I think you’re really pretty like Christmas lights on a winter afternoon, and I keep thinking I might love you, but saying that out loud might be too soon. Since that, I just think you’re really pretty, really funny, really smart. If the most famous gallery hung a picture of you, it would outshine all the other art. That’s what I would say at least, because I think you’re really kind. It would be the most glorious of holidays to spend even just a second in your mind. Because I think you’re really pretty, and your beauty is a fact— the softness of your cadence, the way that you act. And I keep thinking you’re really pretty because I don’t have the right words to say. You’re the leaves in October, and I’m— I’m just a thought of yours on holiday. But the idea of us is really pretty; that’s what all my friends thought. I keep pretending my heart is guarded, but in reality, in your sleeve it must be caught. I think I’d like you to stay there, because the sleeves of your sweater are warm. That’s what I was thinking when you gave it to me after the storm. My heart deserves somewhere safe like that— like the look in your eyes. I think you’re really pretty, and I’m very bad at telling lies. I think you’re really pretty like sunshine and rain. I think you’re so pretty, and I felt that after just one— one glimpse into your brain. That’s what I would say at least. I guess I just did, because I don’t want to live in a world where you’re not aware of your beauty, God forbid. ---