Ugly as she thinks she is,
Glorious she appears before his eyes.
Reflections of her own-
She found hateful indeed;
Oh, but how he fixes a stare
At her beautiful smile.
Starving herself to death,
Molding herself into perfection-
As though she were made of clay-
Drowning herslef into thinking
Nobody would look at her present form.
Little did she know the fact
That someone somewhere
Looks her way with adoration,
Wishing she'd notice him too.