The Beautiful Beast

I was born in tragedy with face riddled in scars.
one down my neck and one down my eye.
this person shows me love oddly an i'm willing to comply.
she giggles as she touches and feels at my permanent smile.
she looks past the art on my skin for she sees my artistic style.
even when i try to stealth my horrid face with expert guile.
she truly makes my honest skin in conversation worthwhile.
i tell her how my gorgeous scars feel hostile.
she tells me that isn't your honest profile.
tell me this wise one how handsome is a butcher shop.
i cry tears of joy with every potential drop.
how you quench my interest with your harmless words.
but are you sure your eyes are not harmed by clawed by birds?
surely not she assured me.
for this is true love you silly monster it's meant to be.
for being a monster your are ever so sweet.
kind and generous that kind of traits can't be beat.
your a beautiful monster that walks these streets.
now come here silly monster stay with me for history shall not repeat.
do not fear for any mistreats.
for i am with you sweet disaster and you will be complete.