I think if you would let me
I’d treat you like the night sky
I’d bundle up all of your wonderful traits and
Perfect flaws and mysterious unknowns
And I’d create a constellation for them
I’d search for it with my telescope endlessly
I know you don’t see yourself
The way I see you
And you still sometimes argue with me when I call you wonderful
But all of the things that you can’t stand about yourself
Are the very things I never want to go a day without
I think that if you let me I’d build you an
Observatory out of hundreds mirrors
Each facing you just so you could see yourself up close
I’d make you sit in front of it simply to show you
All of the other constellations
Who will never have stars that shine
As bright as yours.