When I see you I think of bronze,
Or the hot sun beating on a man who just mounted his finest sculpture,
The green hills and gray skies of Ireland cannot compare to your subtlety,
Yet, I wonder what it would be like to love you mindlessly,
What is a friend who has continuously denied trust,
For I am not allowed to admire you,
Black sequenced curtains embellish windows in which behind them are rainbows,
And I wish you could see that.
How can one be disgusted by God's blessings?
I will look at you through red stained glass so I can see all your pain instead of rose colored patches you choose to show,
Maybe one day you will buy yourself an honest mirror and take a glance,
Maybe one day you will adorn yourself in fine gold silk because rags do not deserve you,
Maybe one day you will stop hating yourself,
Maybe one day you will say "I am beautiful," and it will be enough.
So when it comes time to yearn for youth we will not cringe about old memories and feelings,
Because you will realize you were the Sistine Chapel,
I am saying this to show you,
If Picasso had been ashamed of his work,
Would the world have been impacted by his glory?
Don't let lies bask in their accomplishment.
Your Hopeful Admirer