poems with no names

vii

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You ask me what I love about you 

But there’s just so much you see.

the insecurities in your smile, 

the doubt in your eyes,

the hope in your voice,

and the disappointment on your skin. 

But underneath all the layers of pain, 

the beauty lying from within,  

dissolves all those aways, 

and binds me to you.