Look at her hands

when she's holding a pen.

Her hands have strung together constellations,

they have held stars and pinpointed their location.

Look at her eyes

during the split second looks she gives.

Her eyes have cried the rivers and seas.

Every twist, every turn, her journey to you.

Look at her lips

when she's sipping coffee.

Those same lips have kissed the ground,

creating mountains and valleys for you to follow.

Look at her.

Look at her before it's too late.

Look at her and really see.

See the world that she's brought you.