In His Eyes

My hair never goes straight
Always messed up even when I comb
But you said it suits me anyway
My eyes are dead
And I got huge bags under them
But you said my eyes are beautiful anyway
My hands are big and un-girly
And my palms are hard and dry
But you still hold it tightly whenever
My legs are short and chubby
You’re a lot taller than me
Not that you care about that anyway

You just love me.
Every aspect and facets of me you see.
You love me, the imperfect me.

You love it when I make faces.
You love it when I act like a spoiled child.
You even love my ugly handwriting.

For you I’m always beautiful
Even if I’m at my worst
In your eyes I’m pretty
And you can’t see anyone else
When you’re with me.
I love you too.