''Poet why do you look at me this way?''
''An artist first pictures elegance in his mind, then on a page''
For I saw the cruelty
Underneath your facade
Outside there is beauty
Inside an evil so odd
A shape so unbalanced
Impossible to distinguish between Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Hyde
A body ripe to be touched
Yet a soul that has constantly driven men blind
''Poet why do you not glance at me like the others?''
''A writer himself creates characters''
For I see you as you are
My penmanship will depict you
Just alongside the ever-fading moon you are a forgotten star
Though my lips still wish to kiss you
And I ache in this sweet bitterness
That is life
Will you be my savior from this inwardness?
As your figure tells no lies...