What Does He See

What does he see, when he looks at me? Because I know for myself, that it isn't beauty. I wish that just for me, I could see myself through his eyes. I believe that the words they say, are nothing more than tretrous lies. I know I'm not pretty, and I don't understand. Exactly what it is, that keeps him holding my hand. I fear that one day, he will really see, the ugly person, that is really me. When he looks at me, what does he see? Because I know for myself, that it isn't beauty.