It's not the thousand pairs of eyes that will tell you that you're one heck of a beautiful person. It's not their tastes and standards for beauty that will define your pulchritude. They may offer you all the flowery words to the most dreadful ones, but you should not believe a single thing they're going to say. None of those should be your basis for yourself.

Do you want to know what really matters?

It's that single pair of eyes that will tell you how beautiful you really are; inside and out. He sees you the most gorgeous in the morning, when you just opened those sand-filled eyes. He sees beauty in the way you flicked that eye and bats it around. You are his radiance amongst the morning light.

It's the eyes of someone that will tell you how adorable you are when you're eating your favorite food, no matter how others would be grossed out at the sight of you munching a kilo of grilled crab, or eating a cob of corn with the least poise. He sees beauty in your complaints of being not too curvy or fit. He loves you the way you are and sees beauty in that temple.

At night, when you're too tired to fix your hair, or brush, or dress nice or even apply some things on your face; you can catch him staring at you. Those eyes may not do it consciously, but his subconscious mind knows exactly what to do with a fine creation like you. He sees beauty with your tired eyes at exactly 3:47 AM, the time when he knows you wouldn't want anybody to see you.
And that's what counts.

What you need is that single pair of mortal eyes that sees you through and finds perfection in your most imperfect moments.

I love seeing you.
I love everything imperfect about you.
I love you.