Whilst I am riddled with flaws.
She walks the heaven,
Whilst the earth is where I trawl.
She is a maven,
Whilst I dance in ignorance.
She is the beauty,
Whilst I am the beast.
Her face - a mask of beauty,
Which I wear with unholy duty.
Her skin like mocha chill,
Her eyes better still.
Her head held like a lamp
On some glorious vamp.
She is the beauty,
Whilst I am the beast.
She is the beauty,
And so, it seems, am I...
