Often her beauty is passed over,
Many a dress is wasted,
She cannot acquire his attention,
No matter how she dresses up,

She dies at every failure,
She longs for a single glance,
To be graced by a single word,
Living to be noticed by him,

Every night she dreams,
Of life with him and her,
The pangs of love chain her,
To a life of slavery,

After her will is broken,
When she is no longer strong,
She reverts to her more natural self,
And he seeks her out,

He finds and admires her person,
He sees that she is at peace,
She cannot believe it was so easy,
To meet her only love,

All of our faking and strutting,
All of the false looks,
They only cover our colors,
And hide us from true love,