You have never seen me without it
I feel beautiful with it
You tell me i do not need it
But how cliche of you to say that
When you shut your eyes
From me to darkness
I take it off
Then when you open
From darkness to light
You see me beautiful again
But as routine goes
I take the paint off
Now its a blank canvas
I look in the one thing that tells the truth
The mirror
My artless features
The essential me
Oblivious by you standing there
Hundreds of thoughts run past me
Whats running through yours
Hiding my face
You turn me around
My face is in your gentle hands
I close my eyes
Your beautiful
He said