Happy!

You do not believe you are beautiful
with those scars, those prominent dimples
But I do, I do think they have made you and more, dear
for those scars, are your passage to womanhood
for those dimples, are simple joy and hope of a child
And those attestations tell, without a single utter
What you have been through and through
to be what you are, a woman remarkable
more sure of what you feel and what you need
though doubts of your self you have still
as you convey that loneliness only you can feel
So.. here i am, so you can be, no more lonely, yes no more
so... i whisper soft these words so would you hear me
when you are ready to listen, my dearest happy
i, your admirer since the start of this; this story...