In The Most Beautiful Way

You're different—not in the feared kind of way,

But in how the sky paints a softer day.

A rare kind of glow that quietly stays,

In the most beautiful, wordless way.

I know you're human, still learning to be,

You trip, you ache, yet grow like a tree.

Mistakes don't scare you—they set you free,

And not everyone learns, you see.

Perfection's a myth, a tale we outgrow,

But the effort you give? It endlessly shows.

That spark in your spirit, steady and slow,

Is the part of you I love the most.

You are who you are—flawed, true, becoming,

Your heart is soft, wild, always humming.

And I love you for all that's still coming,

All that you are, and all you're becoming.