to the four year old who didn't think she was beautiful-
if you were mine I would have told you a million times that you are most certainly breath-taking and the word beautiful could not even glorify your exquisite.
if you were mine I would have swept your coffee brown locks behind your ears and looked into your hazel eyes and told you that you are an overflowing garden of enchantment.
if you were mine I would not have glanced away and silenced.
if you were mine I would not have changed the topic to ask what kind of soda you would like to drink.
and I apologize for not telling you anyway, even though you aren't mine.
-I hope she thinks she's extraordinary one day