She Don't See Poem by Weldon Davis

She is the epitome of beauty and grace
She don't see herself as I do
No she don't see
That if she'd just give me her hand
I'd take her places her wildest dreams
Could never fathom
No she could never conceive
The idea of a true love
And my heart bleeds daily
There are no band-aids nor anti-bio tics
To cure what ails me
(Which is her absence)

I'm so sick my friends call me retarded
And my playa ways have died, took the
Last train out of town, and departed
With nothing left in my mind but the ashes
Of her memories
The remnants of her smile
(Haunt me)

Maybe after a while I'll move on
Maybe after a while she'll see
All the things that attracted me to her
All the ways she deserves to be appreciated
Real love is a two way street
With speed limits and curves
Poets like me are the masters of promises
Honest words mean so much more
When backed with actions
All she knows of me thus far
Is just a fraction of who I really am
(Cause)

She don't see
Me in my true form
(The poet/philosopher)

She don't see
Herself as she should
(A queen)

If I could
I'd take the veil off her eyes
(The negative)

Make her my bride
Never leave her side

We could make it work
If we tried to believe...

What a beautiful life it would be
If only she'd realize what's possible
Yet
She don't see