How could you possibly find fault

With any inch of you

All those inches are only yours

You are the only one with that freckle

Just below your left eye

So what strange comparison

Makes you feel ugly?

How can any unique thing

Only existing once

And created through the delicate dedication

Of millennia and countless

Births and deaths of stars

Feel less awe looking in a mirror

Than when they admire

A sunset

Only a light for a moment

Dramatically beautiful

And never to exist again