maybe when i see you i don't see the heavy eyes,
maybe when you tell me you're ugly, i only see the inner beauty,

maybe when you tell me you hate the cellulite on your things, i can someday tell you that they don't matter and you're perfect in my eyes

and maybe when you tell me that you aren't enough- when you tell me you don't have enough riches to be with me,

i'll have to tell you that it isn't riches i want- i don't need a ring.

i'll have to tell you that your eye bags and bad hair days aren't the things i look at-
and when you tell me you can't give me what i want when i'm with you,

"i'll have to tell you, its you i want,
its your hand i want to hold, and
its your fingers i want to intertwine with.
it's you and i know, it'll always be you."
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- w.