I wish she knew how beautiful she is,
How a single text from her
Can make my heart do a somersault.
Does she realise my mind keeps going back to her?
Does she know I care, I care so much?
I wish she would stop criticising herself,
Just for a moment see herself like I do.
And just for a moment, see 'us' like I do.
I would talk about her in poetry,
But she's poetry herself, that girl.
She says no one likes her.
Doesn't she realize I do?