And I will love you right here and right now,

‘Cause, darling, the tides change and the wind blows,

And who knows,

What tomorrow will bring with it.

 

Show me your real skin,

Bruises and whatnot,

The marks and the warts,

That delicate flab, that you so gently try to hide,

The irregularities and the grains,

The cuts and the stitches,

Show me –

And I will love them all.