You are far more honest than a portrait
or a mirror,
Or if you're not, you force me to be.
You are not a reflection of who I want
to think I am.
You were not an aesthetic statement,
But you're my only concession to
aesthetic taste.
While I like to think of you as
beautiful from the inside out,
Everyone else knows you are beautiful
on the outside.
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