Here I stand before you,


Yet still you avert your eyes.

Am I ugly?

No, all have called me Beautiful.

Even without my mask,

The fact with Proof remains.

'Tis not my Body with which

You find Displeasure.

I stand here without fear,


Yet still you reject me.

Embrace me; Touch my skin;

Know me; Caress my head.

Let me feel the Love

I cannot See.

Only once I am Masked and Clothed

Do you know me.

When will you Love me Naked?

When will you Hold me Bare?

Disrobe yourself, and

Give me all of you,

Raw, unmasked.

I will Love you Naked.

I will See you, Bare and Beautiful;

Unlike you See me.