You say I bring you happiness

You smile when I smile

You say I am beautiful

My hair and my eyes

You say it all the time

Sometimes I wear makeup

You say your ex is ugly

I envy her face, her lips

You say she is a bad girl

She smiles, you get agitated

And I am afraid of mirrors

I know I am not beautiful

But till you say you love me

I shall be beautiful; for you

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