The mirror only tells blatant lies,
Not showing the inner beauty I've come to recognize.
Your tears were small pools of sadness,
That I solemnly wished I could wipe away from your eyes.
As if reading your distorted mind,
You silently counted the number of flaws that scarred your appearance.
But if I may—
I found them quite a bit dashing.
I soaked in the delicateness of you,
Knowing how wrong this truly is,
But how right you felt to me.
A relationship where love blooms ever so subtly,
Only it was never mutual to begin with.
Nevertheless, no matter where you go darling—
I'll be watching, my love.