First time I saw her, my heart skipped a beat

the most beautiful girl I could have hoped to meet

as if sculpted in marble, unblemished, divine

a true piece of art which I had to make mine


Next time I saw her, my pulse began to rise

she was an angel lying there right before my eyes

her features were perfect, smooth and clear

even as they contorted in pain and fear


Now I see her every day and there’s not a trace

of suffering to be seen when I look in her face

it’s still sublime, and I can’t help but stare

at myself in the mirror – and her face that I wear