Please, do not tell me I am beautiful.
Never let these scaly, deceitful sounds
Comfort me with sticky sweetness,
Because I will never be
Beautiful like her.

You tell me I am wrong,
That beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
But as far as I’m concerned
He is the only beholder.
And if the whole world has one pair of eyes
Then she’s the most beautiful creature on the planet.

He is more than just the eyes –
He is the nose, the hand, the brain, the soul.
He is the water which quenches thirst,

He is the fresh, blue-eyed soil.
Even covered in dead, yellow stubble
He is the earth that nurtures me
Until I spring up, green, delicate and eager.
Delighted, I grew up from the ground
But it turns out
We haven’t seen the last of winter yet
And these naïve shoots will be covered in frost.

He is the Earth;
He is the planet around which I revolve
And she is the sun
The only one that can make him spin around lovesick.
In the daytime my adoring light is blocked out by her glow
And at night when I do provide the light
It’s really just her borrowed sunshine.