You could be Gatsby

With your sad smile

And cheerful eyes

Hiding your pain

From the world’s prying eyes.

You could be Astaire

With your effortless grace

And impeccable attire

A sly smile on your face

As you dance with ease.

You could be Adonis

Or Narcissus

Or even Endymion

Any of a thousand

Heavenly beauties.

You could be anyone

But you’re you

And I love you

For yourself

And for everyone you could be.