its what on the inside that counts,
looks don't make the person.
isn't that what you said to me?
isn't that what you lead me to believe?
the outside really does matter and
I have you to thank for that.
beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
not in the mind of the self conscious.
did I ever tell you that? if not, I am now
I saw something in you,
something left without a name;
a name that fits nothing.
nothing is what it seems,
you taught me that.
and to think
I just might have loved you.