Untouched

I could never reduce you to beauty, charm, or grace—because you are not a surface to be admired, you are a depth to be felt.

Your truth lives in your rawness, in the purity that needs no decoration, in the honesty that makes silence speak louder than words.

Your openness is not just a trait, it is your spirit—vast, unconfined, fearless, carrying the fragrance of freedom.

Your uniqueness is not in how the world sees you, but in how you remain yourself when no one is watching.

You are not remembered in colors and shapes, but in the way your essence lingers—like the stillness of dawn, like the endless sky, like a river that carries everything yet stays pure.

You are not a story to be written, you are a presence to be felt. And perhaps that is your greatest beauty—when words fall short, you remain, untouched and unforgettable.