My face,
anointed with a sheen of oil,
Adorned with acnes and defiant pimples, Eyes,
weary as a midnight reveler's,
Yet, in his gaze,
I am still beautiful.

Even in my perceived flaws,
He discovers a hidden allure,
Though imperfection is my constant companion,
This is why my heart adores him,
For he finds loveliness even when I'm ugliest...

© Aboorva