If you would be a shining star,
Glistening, glowing at night-
I would pick you.
Even if you would be
A gemstone in the rough-
I would still pick you.
I would pick you if you were a hidden treasure,
All lonely with no one to love you.
I would pick you if you were a priceless antique,
Seen worthless in common eyes.
You are not shining, nor glowing;
You are not a star, treasure or antique.
You are not a gem.
But I still pick you.