Beauty

When people say you are beautiful,
Trust them
When they say they love you,
Believe them
Don't disregard their perceptions,
As if their sight is somehow marred,
Don't think them insane,
For not magnifying your flaws
How could so many be wrong?
How could you disprove a great crowd?
You bare your beauty to the world,
And then tell them it's an illusion
How could so many be wrong?