Eyes often close without ever blinking
Hearts bleed though encased they are inside
In the novelty of love,
The eyes long always for more to see,
The heart beats faster and opens to passion.
In the beginning,
There would be comments on the sight of me,
Comparisons to the stars, or dusk in the summer
Comments that would be modestly declined -
And now I must wonder
When those sweet comparisons ceased,
When you started to give up trying to convince me
How many times it took
For you to grow tired of calling me beautiful
So that I could ever deny it.
          What you never knew is that I wanted to believe it
          And when I finally began to
          Was when you gave up reminding me
          Because I always fought back against you.
I miss the days in the beginning.
But I always was the best at arguing.