I see beauty in what your angels’ considered flaws
I understand the language that your eyes speak
When your lips remain silent yet tremble in pain,
I am the monster that loves you, even when you don’t love you.
I see courage in your struggles to stand while the ones
You love only see failure, you reject that you are everything to me
Yet accept you are nothing to them, though I am cursed
By the sun rays that rule the day, the moon did favor me, and at night its grace
Beam down on me, if you could only look up at the stars at night,
You would see that I am the monster that loves you.

 Micheline Jean Louis