I see you.
I look at you, and I see you.
And it makes me angry
When she looks at you
That all she ever does is look.
She never sees.
She just looks at you.
She looks,
Completely unaware
Or simply unmindful
To the miracle of having
Earth's most beautiful being before her.
Fully knowing what I would give
To know it for a moment.
I am done asking her
If I can have you.
I have grown and selfish desire has left me.
I simply beg her to see you.
She can not see.
And she will never see.
She will only ever look.
Forever will she only look at a man
Whom she will never love
The way he should be loved.
The way he deserves to be loved.
The way he could be loved.
The way that I do.