I see my girl comin’ towards me

With her broken glasses

And her broken down shoes

Her inside-out sweater

Threadbare and careworn

Her limp eyelids and limper hair

With darkest eyes and darker lips

Her arms traced with scars

Her body speckled with bruises

Her heart full of secrets

Her mouth full of lies

Her head full of good intentions.

I see my girl comin’ towards me and say,

“You look beautiful today.”

And every temporary unpleasantness about her

Vanishes in a smile.