A magnificent sight.

I saw you dancing

moving your body around so flawlessly, and enchanting me with your magic,

but I also saw your arms unravel your mysteries with such vulnerability as you swayed them in the air.

I heard your music

the sweet melody you played and hummed along to,

but I also heard your heart speaking, spilling all the suppressed emotions beneath your heavy, burdened chest.

I read the poems you wrote

it amazed me; how your delicate words touched my heart and lingered there,

but I read the unspoken meanings between your lines

those words running in your mind and lying on the tip of your tongue, 

the same ones you were so afraid to utter.

I noticed the colours you splashed on the canvas

thousands of divine shades blending together in an amazing symphony,

but I also noticed the true colours under all these layers of paint,

which are now smudged and rough,

yet they seemed genuine and raw.

I see you clearly 

and I love every part of your being

for what you conceal between the walls of a solid shell,

I perceive as a translucent petal, barely covering a magnificent sight.