What I see

My dearest love has eyes that shine,

and skin that glows, and hair so fine.

My dearest love has legs so tone,

a waist so small, and fine cheek bones.

But what I love most is not eyes, skin, or hair

it’s not her waist or her legs, or her cheek bones so fair.

I love her blemishes, freckles, and scars

I love her flaws no matter how bad she thinks they are.

Because each one is a part of her life

a moment of struggle, of battle and strife.

And more than her body, hair and skin,

I love who she is, the woman within.