Pride

My beloved you think so highly of thyself
Which you must
For you are a piece of art
Art created by my eyes
I see the good in you
Which no one else can
Because I see you with all the love I carry
Within my heart, within my soul
Without any complains
I'm ready to take away all thy pain
But what do I get in return?
Being treated like I do not belong
Or being felt like the person you never wanted to meet
Why do I not get a piece of thy pride?
Do I not deserve?
Or is the pride only for the finest people?
You are a piece of art created by my eyes
Because I see you with all the love I carry
My dear beloved please admire me the same way
And give me reasons 
To look at myself
Without any hate

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