By Robert C Price


There’s something I want

To say that I never told you

You may think I’m strange

Or touched in the head


Your flaws are what drew me

Every imperfection tells a story

The slight scar above your lip

That you never conceal says

You fight for what you have

And believe


The roundness of your belly

The fullness of your thighs

Says you’re content

Happy in the knowledge of

Your own self-worth


You don’t have to prove

Anything to anyone

Not even me


When you have doubts

About your beauty

I tell you that looks are


Usually argued by the



I see you for who you

Really are

Everything that God

Granted me as a blessing

For which I don’t deserve