Love You, For Me
I need you to do something for me
and I know it isn’t easy, but I’m asking just the same.
If I could do it myself,
If I could ask someone else … it would never be enough.
And so I come to you –
I need you to love you, for me.
I need you to recognize the impossibly, impractically, imperfectly-perfect person you are …
not just to me,
but to anyone who knows you truly – to anyone who has seen the magic you alone possess.
I need you to imagine with me, that you are already there …
that you have nothing to prove, and no one left to impress,
There is no one on earth who has, or ever could:
do what you do
think what you think
feel what you feel
imprint hope or impart wisdom the way that you can.
I need you to believe me.
I need you to hold on, for me.
I need you to recognize that reflection in the mirror for the exquisite treasure she is.
Do not dispel her value,
diminish her worth
or doubt her purpose.
Because I love her,
but I need you to love her,