He loves me.... Though I'm weary...
He loves me.... Though I'm crazy...
Yet, he loves me...
He's weary... from loving me...
He's crazy... for loving me...
But he's beautiful... for loving me....
For in his eyes... I'm beautiful
In his eyes... I'm fearsome,
In his eyes... I'm rational
In his eyes... I'm lovable.
By Estelle...
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