Thoughts of seams

I'm not sure why she even loved me,
when I've never liked any part of myself.
Of me I can't figure out what she would see,
never having any talents or given wealth.

Looking back with her I believed,
looking into her eyes I could see.
Being with her the stories we weaved,
being with her I was able to be me.

Now I look back watching that past,
the memories remembering our dreams.
Together we said our love would last,
and yet it fell apart at the seams.