Attraction can substitute for glue, It's evident the way I'm stuck on you. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Therefore perfection stands before me. Your body language tells a story, Introducing all your history before me. Each blemish, pimple, cut and scar, Contributes to how beautiful you are. You're caught up in the moment, Treating pursuers like opponents. If I told you love bloomed from darkness, Would you take responsibility and own it? Time heals the wounds of the past, If it didn't you wouldn't be aghast. Fearing a reoccurrence in history, One that only leads to more misery. An unfortunate series of events made you, After a false sense of confidence saved you. Each characteristics of your cons and pros, Makes a man want to hold you close. Insufferable, insouciant, inseparable, You're defined by each of those variables. When you lack compassion it's vivid, Even when opening up isn't intended. You're sick of being sick of love, Someplace drifting between love and hate. When I look in your eyes I'm fighting fate, I see how dead you are inside and stay. A shield of invisibility protects your heart, Whereas I can't seem to breach. Feelings drift from different dimensions, Someplace tangible where I can't reach. What makes you you I beseech. Technicians could use techniques, But still wouldn't begin to reach, The peak that makes you unique. The pain, pleasure and passion, Is worn on your face like fashion. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, In my eyes you're beheld as perfection. Perfection unmatched by those who oppose, Displaying a mask of confidence when I hold you close. Hiding the true nature of your self-reflection, Your very being makes me regard you as perfection.
I like these 3 stanzas the most becuz of the wording. There’s a certain rhythm to them. The last stanza didn’t have it.
I kinda worked harder on those. I wanted to expand my vocabulary and give a more vivid understanding of insecurities that women may have while expressing how as men we notice those imperfections. While we notice them, we can't help but think, "damn, these blemishes, scars, cuts and pimples are here, but it makes you unique because no other face is like yours." We think, "even with all these imperfections, you're still beautiful in our eyes." Beyond that, I want to explain that we notice body language, expressions and when they're not ok, y'know? Even if she crying over a small pimple or has a big ass forehead, if contributes to how beautiful she is. It's like... accepting someone for who they are and loving what makes them them.