Pink
Murmured compliments
loving encouragement
quiet praise
and intimate whispers.
You would think
over time
I would become
immune
and yet every day
you find
something to say
that makes me flush
pink
with pleasure.
Thank you for trying so hard every single day to remind me not just of how much you love me, but of how much you admire me, desire me, and root for me. I don’t always take compliments well… but even when I stumble over them you never stop making sure that I hear how you feel about me. And each time it sinks in just a little more than before.
Twisting the Leaf 