I see the pain in you that others can’t see;
I see the angelic light of your beauty;
When you speak, I listen intently;
Where they see chaos and dysfunction,
I see, beautiful intricacies.
When they call you whore,
I call you a gorgeous woman
whose depths are yet to be explored;
When they say they hate you, I say, I love you.
When they turn you away,
I take your hand and tell you to stay;
When they whisper vile utterances,
I tell you how beautiful your aura is.
When they call you worthless,
I hold you in my warm embrace
with your head against my chest
and tell you that you are worthy of true love
and nothing less.