What Does It Mean?

Beautiful

You hold me close in whisper in my ear,

Something that every girl should want to hear.

"You are beautiful." he says to me.

But this is something I can never be. 

I carry scars, burdens, a heavy heart.

But he only says this is a part,

of my beauty and fun.

And he says "I have only begun."

"You are brave, strong, and independent."

"But If anything I am dependant!

"On you, our love."

He directs his eyes above and smiles, looking at the stars.

"You once said that that's were you are.

"Above everyone else, high in the star light." 

 I say, "Yes you are right." 

He looks at me, and I him.

As he pulls me closer and grins.

"You are beautiful." he whispers in my ear once again and I cringe.

I respond, "But I can only singe."

And he replies, "You don't singe, you don't burn. But in turn,

"You bring people to life, like a flame." 

He walks me home, the weather tame.

As I kiss him goodbye I feel the same. 

I destroy the beautiful, wreak the precious.

It's good to be cautious. 

And if he notices he turns around in his tracks, looking back at me, dutiful.

I see it in his face, and he only mouths, "Beautiful."