Beauty Bears Scars

Beautiful is what you are. 
You tell me about your past and show me scars that bear memories. 
You tell me about your insecurities and how you don’t like me to mention them. I wish to rid you of those memories, but that would be futile. Let me show you what love is, the love you seek so much. Let me show you a father’s love. Allow me to kiss each and every one of your scars, so the next time you unravel yourself, you bear memories of my fondness. Unravel yourself to me. Show me what true beauty is. 

Beauty bears scars.