Face to Face

Face to face

and standing straight

I look into your eyes.

I question,

and review my thoughts

and come to the surmised:

"If only I,

Were fair of face,

And of a gentler guise,

Love would not

abandon me,

to secrets and to lies."

But looking,

with a deepened view,

my musings I reprise.

What I thought

was vibrant and

a beauty then most prized,

was nothing

but an empty space,

and merely a disguise.

So,

even me,

imperfect still,

a weight bids me goodbye

true I was,

despite it all

myself I ne'er denied.