Humble sapiens

They said:
"If you don't have anything nice to say,
don't say anything,
at all."

     And yet,
I only ever had nice things to say
     (so I thought)
and you wanted silence.

I can't help but recognize
the best in everybody.
Under the impression
that everyone wanted 
affirmation of achievements -
No matter how small.

Evidenced by lack of ego,
it seemed necessary
to remind you
(whenever possible)
just how much
you can do;
     have done.

How can I resist
when your hair falls
madly on your shoulders?
Or when the sun illuminates
the freckles in your eyes?

Skin on skin on sand on skin:
No doubt left in my mind
that as it rained through the waves,
I was in the presence
     of something;
          of you.

Though your smile could sink ships,
you lamented the look of your thighs that day:
Only stupid thing I've ever heard you say.

Someone told me after:
"I expected nothing less from her."
Effortless.
As usual.

You are still so unaware of 
the qualities you possess -
You can not accept
a simple compliment.
    Brush it off.

I like the way you speak.
I like your hair.
I like you.
Shit.