I worry,
about how
Unworthy
I am.

You are perfect,
so much
More
than all I ever could be.

You will look at me
and find me wanting, lacking.

Despondent, utterly forlorn
because I can
Never
even begin
To compare.

you are
Deeper than the ocean,
and I am
Shallower than a rain puddle.
you despise
People like me.
how will I
Cope?

but maybe
You will approve
because
I will
love you
To the universe
and
Beyond