Sing Me to Sleep
If words fail me,
you are to blame
for your eyes that steal my thoughts,
my second-hand professions
I'm beautiful when you look at me,
so don't avert your gaze.
Is it selfish that I need this love,
this feeling of content,
of sudden, overwhealming perfection?
I can only hope my kisses reveal my desire,
my heart for your embrace.
For the first time,
I feel like there is no mistake,
that these butterflies found me
where I should be.
I am delighted that you see something wonderful
in my flaws,
those less than lovable traits
I had to point out for you to notice.
I'll claim that sparkle in my eyes
as utter surprise that you,
charming, curious you,
would allow yourself to think I'm beautiful.