I saw you. Not a body. Not a face.
I do not want to love her
for the shape of her body,
or the way the world tells me
she is supposed to look.
I want to know her
by the kindness in her hands,
by the softness in her words,
by the way she remembers the little things
everyone else forgets.
I want to look at her
and see the heart behind her smile,
the girl who gives without keeping count,
who cares even when nobody notices,
who makes ordinary moments
feel like something worth remembering.
I don't want her wondering
if she is beautiful enough for me.
I want her to know
that when she sits beside me,
I am not searching for something better.
I am simply happy
that she is there.
Because one day,
when beauty changes
and the years pass quietly,
I will still remember
the way her heart made a place
feel like home.
And if she ever asks me
what I saw in her,
I will tell her:
“I saw you.
Not a body.
Not a face.
Not a list of things
the world could measure.
Just you.
And somehow,
that was always enough.”