You Wouldn’t Love me. . .

If I dress in a rainbow, put a lilly in my hair and wear rain on my face. .

Would you love me then?

would you send me a sun ray?

A moon rock?

Would you make me a crown of stars and ask me to be your queen?

Would I be irresistible to men?

What if my breath smelled as sweet as strawberries, carried on the wind in the summer time?

What if my hair was a waterfall and my eyes were the sky?

You wouldn’t love me. . .

I know you would love me if I reflected dirt in my eyes and my hair looked like muddy waters. . .

If my breath reeked of mildew. . .

No man could stand me.

I wear a crown of weeds that have needles and it makes the blood poor into my eyes.

Send me nothing!

I need nothing. . .

I know you love me .

I love you no matter what.

Even if I despise the lustful looks that travel my way from intruders that see nothing. 

Nothing but the cursed beauty outside. 

Not the Warm glow that I have created within. . .