Look in the mirror. Now close your eyes. When you open them, I want you to see yourself Under the same glorious light That I see Shining upon you.
You are beautiful In the most masculine sense. Just a glance from across the room, I'm lusting.
Have you ever seen your eyes The way I have seen them? A mosaic of green and brown, A little bit of blue. I regard the way your smile jumps into your eyes With reverence But am not ignorant to The slight ghost of your heartache.
Because you do not see yourself The same way That I see you.