In These Eyes

This poem if for those who doubt what they see in the mirror. This is for those who say they are less than beautiful. This is for those who try to convince the world, and themselves, that what God made in them is faulty and broken and ugly. It is not. You are pure, you are made by God, and you are beautiful.

You're Beautiful
But you swear you're not.
The bruises only you can see
Glare back from the deep of your soul.
But the eyes with which you see your self
Are telling you a lie.

You're Beautiful
Inside and out.
Your heavy heart is real and true
And loves more than you think.
Your passionfire is strong and pure
And meant for greater things.

You're Beautiful
And I see your hurt.
The pain that no one knows.
Your mouth tells me that you are fine
But your eyes tell me
There's more to the story.

You're Beautiful
I see it in your smile.
You're face shines brighter
Than the sun ever could, I swear.
You think that no one really cares,
But keep in mind I do.

You're Beautiful
In these eyes of mine.
Don't let anyone tell you less.
No one could sway me otherwise
No day could prove me wrong
No fault could stain the fact.

You're Beautiful.
Look in these eyes and tell me I'm lying.