I can see now how your prefer
Her "features", you elegantly called them
Even the inanimate spotlight loves her
She is like a sparkling gem

You put her on such a high shelf
That it makes me doubt myself

She makes me feel so bland
When next to her I stand

But every gem lacks luster
Away from the spotlight she's under

Less sparkle, less clear
If you could see the difference, you would shed a tear

Maybe you would finally see
How she is not so different from me.