I sit here
Talking to you
You say that I'm beautiful
And that I'm perfect.
At this I blush
Like i always do.
Just thinking of you
The red comes to my cheeks
But sometimes I wonder
Do I deserve you?
You, so perfect and majestic
Knowing exactly what to say.
As I look at you
And I look at myself
I try to understand
Why did you choose me?
You seem blind
For you cannot see your beauty
Inside and out.
I feel so lucky to have you.
And I will love you forever.
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What Life is Like
PoetryLife has many wonders, choices, and consiquences. Here are different stories of those things with different people.
