Must I own a beautiful and mesmerize figure,
Could not once, you be a love digger?
My body is not like the shape of an hour-glass,
Must I go to the slimming class?

Must I possess the magnetic eye?
To pull the man who would truly die,
To appreciate me like the priceless treasures,
And not just for entertainment and attaining their pleasures.

Do I have to own a beautiful face?
That would cease at anyone’s pace,
Could not I be appreciated if I reflect the true me?
Would someday, somehow the true one would see?

Is the beauty a reason to be treated like a princess,
The reason which the heart would never be tattered into pieces?
Is beauty the reason to be loved endlessly?
Is that when your love would be unlimitedly?

Must the beauty is a reason to fall in love?
Or the reason which makes you fly high above?
Could not I be loved, if there is no beauty attached?
Would you never find me or flee to detach?

Must I not given a chance?
Although the beauty I have failed to enhance,
Could not just for awhile Love, you would shower me?
Not heaps of words, but the true one I plead to see.

I wish my life would be like a fairy-tale,
But does it exist in a life of a girl who looks like a whale?
Is Love would truly see the beauty than the inner heart?
If yes, if yes, I would never let it flickers and starts.