I keep saying I am ugly,
And he says I am not.
And every day thought process of mine,
On why He says it to me despite my eyes dimly looking at me so low.
I travel through every word he says,
Till it reaches deep within my bones.
Till his words calm my brain down from all of these overthinking thoughts.
I keep telling myself,
I am pretty but definitely,
I don't believe in those words of mine.
The way he says it,
His calm yet deep voice makes me feel hot.
The temperature rising making me feel something I haven't felt in so long,
Yet longing for more each day.
Those words stuck through each of my brain cells waiting for him to say,
I love you at the end feels so generously kind towards me.
I love him very much,
But my heart aches to stop writing everything he makes me feel.
I hope he knows that I love him so much that I would sacrifice everything for him
In times of need.