Precious

What is it that you see in me?
How can it be that I am lovely?
And how can it be that you love me?

I gaze at my child in wonder
And touch his face as we embrace
Brought low with tenderness
Awed and overwhelmed with all he is.

So I'm starting to see how you see me
And I am starting to see that I am lovely
And I'm starting to see why you love me.