Beautiful

I wonder. I wonder whether you are aware. Aware that with your eyes closed, gentle breeze caressing your hair and mild rays of the sun kissing your skin, you look like an angel. An angel in a deep slumber with nothing but the most innocent face I will ever see. And even with your eyes open, messy hair and a weary look, I still ask myself if one day I'll ever be able to pen down exactly what makes you so beautiful. I guess that till then, I'll just watch the sun rising right behind you, each and every time in silence for as the sun, you complement everything with your radiance.