The Tiger will Come

When you can't explain the gaps of faith, the gap in happiness, the thing you believe you need, there is no words.

Nothing to make you see that you matter to me. Nothing to explain that you are more than you can see. Nothing to make the gap fade, the sun to shine again, and the seed to blossom into a white lily.

The tiger may never come, you can't pause a flood of actions, you move forward and pray that the tiger will come one day.

I can't make you see that you are impeccably a silver shell. A sparkle in the night. The peace in a crowd. You are a single one, the only one of your kind. The beauty as I look at you makes me wonder why.

How can you think that you don't belong, how can you think you will be alone, how can you sit and mourn in jealous anger for the love others have. When your face in that mirror is something nobody thinks their worthy of. Something they walk by and wish they could hold at night.

The beauty of the brown twinkle in your eye. The slight overlap of your smile. The precious spots that line your cheeks make the tigers knees week. The chestnut brown of you hair is perfectly fit for a lioness.

Your beautiful, wonderful, spectacular, incredible, intellectual, and never ever Alone!

I love you S.B.