Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves. Love me for what you see, you love half of me, Love me for who I am, you and me are meant to be. The first time our eyes met, maybe I looked beautiful, beautiful than all the other women around you. The first time that we kissed, remember feeling the sparks fly? My voice, the first time you heard me, was as sweet as Beethoven's Symphony. My grace, my poise, my dress was a gesture of class and the way my hair flew across your face, do you remember it all?
Sometimes, I get obnoxious, moody, arrogant, messy, demanding and unhappy. It doesn't mean I am nothing what I used to be. I still am the girl you met that day, if you be the same old guy to me. You deserve me at my best, if you can handle me at my worst.
Remember, out of all the other guys, that looked at me the same way, it was you who I trusted and cared, you better keep me, or else someday I'll be gone and trust me, I won't be coming back.
