My love, my love
how can you see?
Not blinded by the beauty you possess?
My love, my love
what do you perceive?
When you gaze upon me,
the ugly, the beast?
My love, my love
who is the other?
The other who is loved more than me?
The other I must challenge.
The other I cannot rival.
The other more desirable than me.
My love, my love
what do you see,
when looked through fogged lenses at the beast?
My love, my love
what do you see,
when gazing through fogged lenses at the other?
With image distorted,
With judgement cast aside.
Who can be more desirable than me?
