When I say, you're beautiful anywhere.
I wrote about you.
And believe this, every word is true.
Sure, I could fabricate like many people do.
And then when slowly their true self-emerges and you see the real you.
You then become lost and confused.
When I say, you're wonderful.
I wrote about you.
I'm just talking about the woman I know.
Yes, I could state this or that too many.
Who doesn't know you?
But it would only mean in time they will try to tear you apart.
And that would hurt.
For you the substance of this heart and the object I love.