I can see how beautiful you are, even if you can't. I kiss your blue lips back to life and caress your white finger tips, and I won't let you fall. Your "ugliness" is your own greatest illusion, and you are my queen. Your pale face and funeral black raven hair cascade around you, and I cannot help but sigh a tired sigh, because you are so gorgeous. You are everything, and I am nothing, and together we are two things, and I will be there to tell you that you are so stunning, always.















