She who is worthy

I am worth every bit of your poetry.
Every line and stanza could be written for me.
I am worth every line of your art.
As you furiously try to capture me.
I am worth every bit of your adoration.
As your eyes slip over my curves.
I am worth every bit of your effort.
As you lay exhausted from satisfying me.
I am worth every bit of your time.
The tick-tock of the clock as minutes and hours are devoured in your love of me.
I am worthy of you because I am me.
All brilliance and light.
An over-saturation of inspiration.
A flame that burns with such illumination.
Whose passion makes jealous the sun.
A body that is uniquely mine,
Functional and strong.
And beautiful.
I am beautiful.
Even if you are too blind to see.
And that makes you,
Unworthy of me.