You Hate Yourself, But That’s Why I Love You
I couldn’t help but notice,
If I may be so bold,
That when you look at yourself
It’s in a way that’s most cold.
Though your freckles the stars
On a skin full of rainbows,
You cannot seem to see
How much that you glow.
And though your eyes they must be
Either green or brown or blue
To all those around
They’re the most envious hue.
Would that you bury your face
To hide it from the mirror,
I would move a whole mountain
To have it come nearer.
Though you hate your laugh
It’s my most favorite song,
And so lucky would I be
To hear it all the day long.
You think at yourself,
“Surely, I must cut it”.
Oh, but darling,
Can’t you see that I love it?
You see your creations
As worthy of fire,
But see that I love them
With such a burning desire.
You say that you are weak,
Though through pain all along,
You have gone without dying
So to me you’re quite strong.
You think yourself not good enough,
Now let me lift you to the sky.
Let the love for yourself
Be a new kind of high.
So if I may be so bold,
You may think this not true,
Though you may hate yourself,
Yourself is why I love you.
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