She asked me if I thought she was pretty and I was like, pretty? That word never crossed my mind,
Not trying to be unkind,
But that word should be served to,
Every other girl but you,
You're not in line,
Other words better defines your design,
Beautiful gorgeous elegantly divine,
These are the words that illustrate you,
The stars roses sunset imitates you,
So I question the logic behind  this method,
The compliments you reject it,
While the insults you accept it,
Your happiness I question if you neglect it,
Do you exult,
From an insult,
Cause it seems to be called pretty brings you pain,
Ill hate to Continue the strain,
So from calling you that  I shall refrain,
You call yourself ugly is that What you believe,
The agony you evoke me,
Is denying the truth that I see,
It's true looks are opinionated,
But your beauty is a fact for I know from where in originated,
Made in God's likeness,
his image these words hurts a stranger our Creator winces,
every Mona Lisa has her flaw,
but you're still the Mona Lisa that has me in awe,
So I question if you dont feel pretty because they can't see the beauty we see,
or do you really feel this way? if so I disagree.