You're beautiful.
Umatched in all your glory.
Maintaining a smile even with your painful story.
Lacking the love and nurishment necessary for you soul...
Yet still so adoring.
Asking no payment for the lives you've adorned selflessly,
deserving it all and receiving little to nothing and tales so tall.
How do you deal with it all?
They may ignore you,
but outstretched my arms will always be; so you may never fall.
Oh Beautiful Soul, trust in me.
You deal with oh so much.
And yet...
For help, you never...