Through My Eyes: The Unseen Splendor of a Giver’s Heart

Why can’t you glimpse your reflection through my gaze? Why does my declaration that you’re deserving of more fall on deaf ears? When I affirm your value, why don’t you believe?

Let me say it once more. You’re a pixie, a being spun from the magic of moonbeams and stardust. You view the world through a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, your heart brimming with awe. You choose to see the splendor in souls, to overlook the shadows. That’s the essence of you—radiance, mirth, and verse personified.

Yet, why is it so elusive for you to see? You open your doors to those who’ve marred your spirit, time and again. They depart, leaving scars, and yet you welcome them back, harboring hope for change. You’re a wellspring of generosity, but darling, you’re also worthy of receiving. You’re remarkable, my pixie! Why can’t you perceive that? Why can’t you see yourself through the lens of my adoration?

By:notesformysoulmate