Why do I do this, why do I care?
Why am I watching that girl over there?
Eyes buried deep,
into her hair.  
The sun does reflect,
a shining glare.
I can see it in her eyes.
The beauty within is sure to surprise.
But the time has come where my eyes can only strive,
strive to see her unleavened beauty.
But it is my duty to stand up and leave,
because beauty that perfect is sure to deceive.