When you ask me

When u ask me how do I look?
It is confusing.
defining beauty has always been hard
I know that you know that.
when u smile,
when you fight to hold back a tear
when u get upset over nothing.
I feel you are beautiful.
when things turn ugly and i need
a shoulder to cry on,
you come up to me and i feel you r beautiful.
when you get angry and show it,
and I try to comfort you
(I am terribly bad at it though)
I see you are beautiful.
when there are promises
we will get drenched in beauty
you and I
then I know you are beautiful