Your life is simple and your gifts are the cold waters of a hot day in the sunlight. Your heart has the density of the motions of the planets. Your spirit is surely focused like the powers of the wind. Your mind is buried in the fabric of some genius which the world does not understand. You have no success in the things of the world. You have no fame nor accomplishments of social recognition. And yet my love for you is indifferent to these, the measures of the world. To me, the fact that you exist is immaculate and singular. For the balance of your mind, your heart, your spirit, and your flesh, is utterly focused upon the simple grace of love and kindness. And this is why I love you, no matter if the world loves you, or if it loves you not.