Look at her, standing there. Such divine beauty, Contained in a ravage soul.
He is all over her, I wish that he would Look at me like he does her.
Her flawless perfection, Rain or shine, the brightest days nor darkest nights can compare to her.
Call me what you will Jealous Envious Conceited Ravished, maybe.
I certainly cannot compare To the magnificent glow She can produce In one smile for him.
If only, He loved me, Like he loved her.
There isn't a day that has gone by when I haven't felt so confident. I look around at all these girls with such a more significant beauty and wonder what its like to be desired by just one person.