she is.

she is.
she is an angel.
an angel who is a gift to this world simply by being here.
an angel amongst men.
men. who objectify her at every turn.
men who, though they call her beautiful, they don't understand the extent to which that is true.
some say these men are typical, rarely caring what's beneath only focusing on the physical.
they see her but they don't see her..
for what SHE IS..
they care not to bypass the obvious, take the time to know her, and discover the sweet spirit that resides inside.
The beauty within, SHE IS special.
she has been underappreciated for too long..
she no longer buys into the old hype, they told her SHE IS one in a million, unique..
but they said the same thing to every child growing up.
because of this she is even fooled into thinking a guy like me.. who, often awkward, speaks up when he should shut up, yet bottles in what needs to be said, me, who is as cliche as the heart he wears on his shirtsleeve and gets his hopes up too easily, and so too often he falls.. could actually be worthy of her.
inadequacy only begins to describe the feeling that comes with the thought that maybe.. possibly.. SHE.. could love me.
if i only could be so lucky i'd treat her like what SHE IS.. more than a princess.. more than a queen..
i'd paint words on the ceiling above her bed, a daily reminder so that every morning when she lifts her head, she remembers.. that SHE IS priceless, extraordinary, and every synonym that goes along with it.
so that she never forgets, whether somehow they really don't see her worth or they treat her like she is anything other than amazing, she never forgets that SHE IS.