And, He Loves Me

And, he loves me, with no make-up on. Locs a mess, jeans & sneakers, my shirt.....is anyone's guess. And, even though I can't see it, he tells me that I'm beautiful. And, even when I get "prettied up" for him, it never feels the least bit "dutiful". And, that's why I do it... 'cause I don't have too. He's not highlighting a rule book, thumbing through pages, to take a quick look, pointing out flaws, to keep my confidence shook. And,...YES! I AM! I mean... I WILL! I mean... I DO! take this man!!! To have and to hold, through whatever unfolds. I'd have to be crazy not to! Thinking about it now, I could break out in song! But, if you ask me "Why him?", I'll try not to sing. I'll just simply say, "He loves me, with no make-up on".