Sometimes when I look at you
You look so lonely.
Your subtle beauty slowly festers
Behind those thorns you surround yourself with.
So determined are you to protect yourself from the bad
You don't even see what you are missing.

You don't hear the comments or the whispers.
Your beauty may be subtle, but everyone notices it.
All you hear is gossip, snide remarks and laughter
And you can't tell it's not real.
You're so convinced that you're hated,
You fail to notice one thing:
I love you.

Please love me back.