I knew I would lose if I fight your beauty, so I chose not to fight you at all. I knew your beauty was invincible, so perfect that no warrior could defeat it. Now I look into your shining eyes with love, I caress your warm skin with my fingertips and tell you I love you. I wish I hadn't said.
The moment I tell you I love you, I see teasing in your eyes. I feel like you don't consider me worthy of you. You do not hold my calloused hands because you say I hurt your soft hands. Your lips don't scream that you love me, your heart beats for more beautiful things. I got ugly in time so that you could be beautiful. Are you too blind to see this?
