As Long As I'M In Love Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

I never knew ugliness could be so pretty;
That ugliness could stand so beautifully,
So beautifully pretty upon something so ugly.
And I never knew that anything,
So beautiful could make me cry.
That I can focus sight on anything,
And where it's boldness makes me cry.
Where what like an ugly beetle could,
Or storms that scar and scare me.
Like grey walls or footballs,
Like thorns on a rose;
Like moving animals on the road,
Like bluebells or splinter spells,
Where secrecy is seldom held.
Like death is birth;
And birth is death.
Where something so much beautiful,
Is everything I see,
Where everything I focus on,
Is grey but sad but never dull.
And I know I'll see the ugly,
As a thing of something beautiful.
As long that it is that I'm in love,
My bad days are something I plan to overcome, get over,
And like as a fish to water;
I cry to carry on.