Beauty.

(Since it's the "day of love", here's a cute and cheesy love poem.)

(Of course it doesn't rhyme.)

(I also do NOT have a date written for this one, but I know that it was sometime in 2017.)

The music you make with your voice and the drumming of my heart creates a song that I never want to forget.

The art your lips paint on to my body shapes into the most beautiful gallery.

The literature you speak creates the most intriguing library that I will never quit reading.

The memories we've made builds up the most astonishing museum that I will never leave.