He consoles me in my deepest of depression
My hardest of thought; my largest of headache
He holds me and kisses my tears

He tells me I'm beautiful; he does mean it
My looks, my personality, my heart
He slow dances with me to a soft symphony

He moves my body slowly; the music is no significance
My heart pounding; I'm falling so hard
He kisses my forehead and squeezes my sides

He makes sure I believe his words; I usually don't trust most
My body is tense from past tears, he makes me calm
He tells me not to cry- because he says I'm pretty