I look in the mirror
but all i see are imperfections,
So I wear a mask
concealing the real me.
But then you see me and you frown.
'Love, ' you say,
'Why do you hide your beauty with
this mask? '
With one swift movement
the mask is is in your hand
the other stroking my cheek.
'Such beauty should not be hidden,
but shown to all to appreciate.
Do not hide and waste such beauty
for you are too beautiful
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