Painfully in Love
You do not love yourself like I love you,
And sadly, there is evidence to show.
Your scars are of a strange and sickly hue
In this life, off your skin, they will not go.
You've stumbled, fallen, tripped, and hurt yourself.
You've felt completely worthless when you've tried.
I'd hate to live a life like in your hell.
I hate myself for tears that you have cried.
But know you're perfect in your own pure way,
That perfect way I hope I'm a part of.
I love you, all of you, every single day;
We'll wait until we can express our love.
I have a goal that's matched by oh so few:
I want to spend eternities with you.
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