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She possesses a beauty which surpasses all: my beauty is not so visible
She is as beautiful as one has ever seen: Yet to her i am invisible
She is the center of attention of so many people: i prefer to observe from afar
She attracts so many with just a glance: As She did the first time i saw Her
What could she want with someone like me?: i have so little to offer
All i would do is Love Her unconditionally: And whatever else She'd prefer
But my face is not the prettiest: my body does not draw stares
i'm not a soulless heartthrob: Maybe it's just not fair
If only She'd give me a second look: And probe deeper than She did the first
Perhaps She'd find a different man: Underneath all of the girth
Wise men say we all wear masks: To disguise our innermost desires
But maybe it's the world that keep us hidden: And prevents people from Loving me like i Love Her
She is blinded from seeing who i am: She tells Herself not to find out
So because I don't i look like a model: She'll never know what i'm about
It is a truly saddening reality: For a society as accepting as this one
That some of the most passionate people this world has known: Are rejected, and never heard from...

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Although i am respected: For what's inside my head
It seems people can't get past: my appearances
Those who understand me: realize what i have to offer
Yet because of my appearance: She refuses to see what i could give Her
She's used to having the luxuries: And i would give her all she needs
But those are only material things: And i'd like to give her a part of me
i'd offer all of my soul: And all my heart as well
i'd Love Her like nothing else: i'd treat Her so very well
But i'll never get the opportunity: to Love Her like i could
She doesn't see past the outside: or Love me like i wish She would
Perhaps somebody is telling me something: that maybe She's not for me
But when it feels so right inside: i know it was meant to be
i can only ask that She look deeper: Past the bland outside
And judge me for what kind of person i am: And understand me - on the inside...

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It was a warm July evening
The waves crashed upon the shore
Foreshadowing a story of misbegotten dreams
To come crashing down ever so painfully: i saw You from a distance; Not knowing who You were; i approached the scene warily; You were an enigma, after all
There was a beautiful sunset that evening
The sun dropped majestically to its resting place
Belying a tale of perfection embodied
Never to be attained: As i drew nearer to the gathering at hand; i was wrought with a sense of dread; Not a feeling of fright, persay; But of anticipation for what lie ahead
Bright stars lit up the darkness above
Sparkling in a way i had never seen
But then the fog would disturb my view
And i was left with nothing in their stead: As You turned to introduce Yourself; i was taken aback by what i saw; The most beautiful eyes God ever created; held me spellbound for an eternity
The water below was marvelous
As crystal clear as what in my heart i knew
The waves crested in anticipation
Yet time and again were only set up for a fall: 'The eyes are the window to the soul' it's been said; i've believed that forever, and always will; But nothing i had ever imagined; Prepared for exactly what that truly meant
The fireworks lit up the otherwise dreary sky
Providing a repite from the pains of reality
It seemed as though the sky had never been black
Then suddenly - the darkness returned as the light fled: For that moment i gazed into Your eyes; i saw nothing but the purity of love and joy they inspired; i fell in love with you that night; And seemingly nothing could have brought me down
It was a warm July evening - the night We met
The waves crashed down upon the shore
Foretelling my story of a misbegotten dream
To come crashing down painfully - over and over, without an end