You Hate Yourself, But That’s Why I Love You

I couldn’t help but notice, If I may be so bold, That when you look at yourself It’s in a way that’s most cold. Though your freckles the stars On a skin full of rainbows, You cannot seem to see How much that you glow. And though your eyes they must be Either green or brown or blue To all those around They’re the most envious hue. Would that you bury your face To hide it from the mirror, I would move a whole mountain To have it come nearer. Though you hate your laugh It’s my most favorite song, And so lucky would I be To hear it all the day long. You think at yourself, “Surely, I must cut it”. Oh, but darling, Can’t you see that I love it? You see your creations As worthy of fire, But see that I love them With such a burning desire. You say that you are weak, Though through pain all along, You have gone without dying So to me you’re quite strong. You think yourself not good enough, Now let me lift you to the sky. Let the love for yourself Be a new kind of high. So if I may be so bold, You may think this not true, Though you may hate yourself, Yourself is why I love you.