Do you see the scars on her skin;
The healed burns and the wounds?
Do you see the way
she dances with her body
and speaks with her lips?
Look at the world her own eyes see,
and listen to the music her ears hear.

Who do you think you are
to say you own her?
When she obviously belongs to herself.

You wonder what i see in you
with all your perfected flaws
and designed imperfections.
You tell me you're ordinary
but you don't see what I see
that every time I look at you
I see no dismantled almost
but beautiful vows.

"I'm a chaos,"
you tell me.

Indeed,
a beautiful chaos.
I saw you shine,
I saw your light.
It's in the glistening of your eyes
when you talk about something
that happened years ago.

It's in the determination
in your voice
when you argue about something
you believe in.

And even in grief
in your smile,
I see the light the book told us
about sadness
that lasts only for a while
then transcends
to unbreakable fortitude.

No my love isn't blind.
Detour brings different perspective.
Believe me.
You are more beautiful
than you think you are.