This Is Just To Tell You That You Are Beautiful

If you were
a field of wheat,
I would stand in your golden center,
hypnotized by your swaying with the wind
until I too swayed.
I wouldn't even breathe.

If you were
the ocean at night,
I would dip my toes
into your black waters
that blend into sky
until I too blended.
My chest would
rise and fall
in time with your waves.

If you were
the blessed piece of marble
shaped by Michelangelo
into the Pieta,
my eyes would slowly graze every flawless inch
of your stone surface,
until they welled with tears
at the master work
of divine hands.