poem to my love.
 

"No Images"

She does not know
her beauty,
she thinks, her gorgeous
body has no glory.

If she could dance
naked
under palm tress
and see her image in the river
she would know.

But there are no palm trees
on the street and dish
water gives back no images.

But I will show her,
her beauty is a radiant
sun, bursting with rays
of hope that dance down,
and sprinkle over my heart
like confetti .

<3 kay officially in love with your writing style