It was not until you let me in,
Drew me closer to your heart,
That I noticed the marked skin.
Pulling me closer with those arms,
I saw the small red pockets,
The places your flesh was harmed.
Tiny dimples clustered at the socket
Of your shoulder, causing my alarm.
Please, let not your eyes grow wide.
Do not hide away the skin from me,
I feel nothing but happiness, let inside,
No shock, nothing upsetting to see.
These speckles, freckling complexion,
Do not frighten, fear not showing them free.
They change nothing, you are perfection,
Image means nothing, by my decree.
The slight scar upon your forehead,
Which you hide beneath your hair
By the way which your fringe is led,
Even this detail earns all my care.
So please, do not hide these things
Which my heart must still adore,
Even with every simple cut, and sting,
I want, I love you, so much more.
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