He makes me feel beautiful

Its funny the way he treats me like treasure

 

As if

he is blown away that I am even in his possession

 

As if

Someone might try and steal me away at any moment

 

As if

I may be made of gold

 

He jokes

As if I fight away wolves on a daily

 

He acts as if I am the most beautiful woman

On this planet

 

He treats me

Like I am something so exquisitely rare and special

 

And every time

It boggles me

 

If only I could see myself through his eyes

 

If only I could feel what he feels when he touches me

 

If only my reflection

Was a mirror through his thoughts

 

Because I do not see what he sees in me

 

I do not know what he cherishes so dearly

 

But every time he calls me beautiful

A small chip on my shoulder is filled

 

Every time he tells he loves me exactly how I am

A small scratch is buffed out of my veneer

 

He doesn’t realize how beautiful he makes me feel

 

He doesn’t know that through his eyes

He saves me every day

 

And one day

I hope my own eyes will do the same

 

 

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