Do you crave a painted dream,A picture-perfect movie scene?Or do you love the one who tries,Who laughs too loud and cries sometimes? I wonder if I changed it all,Would I still feel just as small?Or is it love–not looks–that makeA heart feel safe, a soul awake?

If I were her-silk-smooth skin A perfect waist, a flawless grin, Would your eyes light up the same Or would I still whisper your name? If I spoke with steady grace, No doubts to cloud my face, Would you love me deeper then, Or miss the me I’ve always been?