By Maddie Riggs
He loves my confidence, he loves my grace
He loves my style and my dimpled face
He loves my clammy hands and my nervous stance
He even loves my faulty steps when we dance
He loves my awkward laughs and my teary eyes
That I cry during movies and that I love starry skies
He loves that I argue and that I talk really loud
He loves that I love him and that he makes me proud
He loves my geeky smile and my nerdy glasses
He loves that I understand him, far more than the masses
He loves me in a way that puts my fears on the shelf
He loves me in a way that makes me love myself
He loves my confidence, he loves my grace
He loves my style and my dimpled face
He loves my clammy hands and my nervous stance
He even loves my faulty steps when we dance
He loves my awkward laughs and my teary eyes
That I cry during movies and that I love starry skies
He loves that I argue and that I talk really loud
He loves that I love him and that he makes me proud
He loves my geeky smile and my nerdy glasses
He loves that I understand him, far more than the masses
He loves me in a way that puts my fears on the shelf
He loves me in a way that makes me love myself