you are a lamp in my hotel room

someone told me to write a love story to myself because of my insecurity and it truly did help me.

you are a lamp in my hotel room

located near the riverwalk

it's not just the brightness of your face

but the cadence with which you talk

your hair always looks best freshly chopped

along with the eyes with just a hint of green

using your pretty voice to complain of your body

when your curves are defined like a painted scene

oh, don't get me started on the brain you possess

sensitive to the touch but sweet like a kiss

you don't love yourself but I love you so

as you're the most beautiful woman I have ever known.

porcelain skin infused with a rose's broth

your small hands are ever so soft

I let you illuminate my room at 2 am

to the lamp in my hotel room, you are worth all of it.