What would I change?
I wouldn't change the way her eyes light up when she talks about something
For which she has a passion
I wouldn't change the way she throws her head back when she laughs
As if she is opening herself up to the sky
I wouldn't change the way she relaxes her hand on the steering wheel
And lets the music take hold of her
I wouldn't change the dimples by her eyes
That appear when she smiles
But I would change
The way she sees herself.
I would lend her my eyes
I would let her see
If only she could see herself like me.