You say you love me,
Because my beauty is all you see,
So if I was a flea,
Would that love still be?
You say my eyes are stars,
You get lost during your stares,
What if I was blind,
Would you still look at me with kind?
You say my skin is like butter,
That's why you love me like no other,
What if I was full of mud,I just wonder,
Would it still matter?
Does your love need a reason???
M