The Most Beautiful Part of Me

I can create a storm
From one teardrop
That was spent in haste.
I can reach for a garden
Obtain all the comforts
Get rid of the waste.

I can lie in a river
Feeling the water rush past
Knowing it is life itself.
Run my fingers down your back
Knowing all my past feelings
Have been put upon a shelf.

Explain how I love you
In a million and a half
Very different ways.
Sit and watch you read
Or write
For days.

I push past people that I don’t know
To get to you
Because you are my rock.
I’ve softly cried tears alone
Hidden in darkness
To simply take stock.

Fought tooth and nail
Thought all love was gone
Only to find it grew.
Of all the beautiful things about me
The most beautiful part of me
Is you.