Why can't she see it right now?

Her beauty is blinding me

I don’t think I can take it any longer.

 

Her hair is black as the night

long and soft tresses that flow down her back

and seem to turn brown in the sun.

She says she hates those beautiful locks

the ones that I love to touch,

those tresses shine in the sun.

Yet she says she hates them

not wanting to see them anymore.

 

But she's so beautiful,

she’s so beautiful.

She says she hasn’t done anything

but I see differently,

‘cause she's done everything.

But she hates the way that she looks

I tell her she’s perfect the way she is.

 

Why can’t she see it right now?

Her beauty is blinding me,

I don’t think I can take it any longer.

 

Her small round eyes always captured mine

a dark chocolate brown that met mine,

but they’ve always had that little shine.

She calls them these overgrown eyes,

the ones that I could spend everyday staring into.

Just looking into those eyes

makes my heart beat faster.

Yet she says she hates them

not wanting to have them anymore.

 

But she’s so beautiful

she’s so beautiful.

Is there a reason she can’t see her beauty

the one that I can see everyday.

How can she hate the way that she looks?

Why does she want to change them so badly?

Doesn’t she know that I love her the way she is?

If she did she wouldn’t be doing this.

Why can’t she see it right now?

Her beauty is blinding me,

I don’t think I can take it any longer.

 

Because,

she loves whole-heartedly,

her smiles stop my heart,

she’s always listening,

she’s so caring that it breaks my heart,

when I see she thinks herself unattractive,

and when she cries so easily.

She suppresses her emotions

so much that I want her to open up.

 

I want her to see her beauty.

I don’t care if she hates it

‘cause she’s so beautiful

she’s so beautiful.