I love you
and all your make-believe imperfections
Give me your brokenness and your self loathing
Because you are beautiful
and I wish there was a way for me to make you believe
That you’re more than those models on tv
You’re more than your pant size
You’re more than the number on your weighing machine
You’re more beautiful than anyone I know
But you hate your tummy, your arms and your thighs
When these are the things I love the most about you
I also love your lips
I could kiss them forever
I love how they quiver just before ours meet
I love how you stare at me through hooded eyelids soaked in passion and lust
And I love my hands on your hips
As we dance to the beat of two hearts in conversation
But I love your heart the most
as pure and untouched as the first snow that falls on a winters day
When the words “I love you” fall freely from my lips
You ask me,
"What’s wrong with you?"
And I will say,
"Baby, I can see what you can’t and you’re perfect."
"Look in my eyes … don’t you see just how beautiful you are?"