you are a rose that cannot be seen
except by those who know
how to look beyond the veil
and see the picture below.
you surpass your own belief,
while the mirror tells you lies.
you are by far my sweet relief,
true comfort to my eyes.
your face is far above the rest,
I’d never call it “plain.”
but you don’t know; you can’t see
the attraction in your pain.
if you were mine I’d steal the sky
and shake the very earth
just to make you see the truth
of your beauty and your worth.
alas, you don’t even know I live,
you’ve never seen my face.
I love you from afar for now,
and that’s enough, I know my place…