She loves me.
When others ask her why?
They trying to be her mind.
Saying I'm not her kind.

But she loves me.
I guess she see through all my faults.
And perfect I might not ever be.
Still, she loves me.

And in various ways her love changed me.
From what I use to be?
This even I can see.

Yes, that she loves me.
A blessing she is to have affected me this way.

All you doubters concern yourself with your life.