I look at you
Your perfectly formed body
Your eyes (so blue)
I look at you
I see your spirit, your soul
Blindingly beautiful, strong
I look at us
In the mirror
I see a picture well painted
By the master artist Himself
I look at me
My cold, impersonal reflection
My outside is not my inside
I look at you
And I realize, once again,
That you love me no matter what.
