I’m not going to write this

To tell you that you’re perfect  

That angels sing when you speak

Or that your eyes could heal the sick


I wouldn’t want to put you under

That sort of heavy pressure

To think you had expectations

Of which cannot be measured


I’d much rather tell you

How extraordinary you are

Peculiar and distinct

And not the slightest bit subpar


Your smile is heartwarming

Your laughter, contagious

Your life is a gift

That the Holy Father gave us


Yes, you are a masterpiece

Wonderfully and uniquely crafted

God’s beautiful creation

By divine hands, were you drafted


Though you are but a man

Not a seraph or a god

You are precious in my eyes

However broken, however flawed

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