Angles.

You are the apple of my eye, the object of my affection.

I could toss around a million different cliches that all say the same thing:

You have my attention.

Forgive me miss, if I use cheesy lines, that is not my intention

It is only my attempt to look at you through God's eyes.

And now you've probably heard it all before, but never like this, I don't think.

I don't say these things for any other reason that to make you feel beautiful like you should.

This is not an attempt to get in those pants, or for any time of selfish desire.

For you are God's creation, and to do any of that would be to stamp the word "object" all over your portrait.

I am trying my hardest to understand the way that you function,

for when I told you I loved you i meant it with all that was in me.

You aren't some piece of me for me to fantasize about.

You are and individual with a heart and soul.

Your blood runs through veins that are similar to mine.

Your heart beats like mine but in a different time

and I never want to break that fragile heart of yours, no matter how much you doubt the truth of my words.

This is my honest attempt to love you. This won't be my last attempt to love you.

I know it sounds a little creepy, but I will never stop loving you

and you can take that as it is or try and love me too.

I wish to speak your language of love so I could better show you.

Your language of love is my love language too.

This is agape at its finest, second only to Jesus in the Gospels.

It still hurts when you don't see it, don't lean in ant try to feel if it is real,

but I love you still, despite the hurt, and so I will say again:

There is nothing you can do to look any less beautiful or be any less loved.

There is nothing you can do to look any less beautiful or be any less loved.

I'm only trying to see you from the angle that my Father does