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He Saw

I don't know why you love me,
For I barely love myself.
I don't understand the look in your eyes,
Or the shelf you place me on.

What have I done to inspire
Your love with burning radiance?
And what have I done to deserve,
Your understanding?

You saw me
When others thought they had.
You looked at me
And saw who I see
And I was terrified,
Because I don't like her.
But you did.

You forgave me for me,
Soothed the faultsĀ 
I had yet
To acknowledge.
And left me clean
And better,
And you loved me
Even before you'd finished.

I knew you were an artist
Before you told me
Because your eyes see potential
Where mine see permanence.

How is it
You saw me?
How is it
You love me
Despite this?

I fear
My payment
For your great service
Can only beĀ 
To try
To love you
More than you loved me
When I was broken.

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