Face painted with shades
Makeup various in tones and hues
Your face themed in diversity
Often like warm sunsets of gold
Or with the shades of midnight
I saw you, concealed with glamour

Your figure dressed sumptuous for guise
In tux-suits, silk cuffs and dress shoes
Tresses fashioned simply to envy
Not a single imperfection on display
In dressing, makeup and looks
I saw you, concealed with glamour

Your dainty and painted self suddenly
Was purely wiped clean of colours
The blends of sunset or midnight blues
Now, with constellations of acne across your jaw
Dressed in simplicity, cotton cheap clothes
Hair matted with sweat on your temples
Your face now completely bare in form
Lacking glamour, all imperfections on display
I saw you, now exposed of your true-self
that I adore, more than any side of you