It's all I can use to describe it.

One of all sorts of unbelievables.

Everything must have formed to some perfection,

The pieces spinning and flipping,

Morphing and shining,

Into one most precious and perfect,

Gorgeous human being.

Such beautiful chestnut-blonde hair,

Or a fiery red at times under the lights.

Your eyes are a kaleidoscope of perfect colors,

All shifting and changing and growing.

They hold pain, but trust.

Support, but vulnerability.

Comfort, but unease.

Togetherness, but loneliness.

A helping hand,

But a broken and cold heart.

Your soul is filled with warmth,

And your heart is a mix of things,

So unable to decipher.

Yet, between all of the mysteries,

That make you who you are,

I love you;

As a whole.

Even the mysteries of you.

They, quite certainly,

Are your magic.