Millicent
my diamond
in the rough,

Millicent,

Look at the stars tonight, and tell me they don't remind you of yourself quietly beautiful, glowing without asking to be seen. I don't know when it happened, but somewhere in the way you speak to me, you became someone I wanted to write about. Because there are some people you don't simply meet. You feel them becoming a part of you. So let the stars shine above us. Let the whole sky turn gold.