Maybe if I were a little bit thinner.
Maybe if I had longer hair.
Maybe if I was one inch taller.
Maybe you'll notice,
Maybe you'll stare.
Maybe if I wore glamorous dresses,
Maybe if my face wore more make-up than skin,
Maybe if I acted more like a lady,
and both my thighs not like gelatin.
But maybe all the problems we see,
are far from importance in reality.
For despite of all our tiny flaws,
Many love us,
without needing a cause.
For love that's given without expectation,
is love in its finest form of creation.
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