Why do you hide yourself,
from me,
my love?
My precious,
must you turn away,
from me?
To conceal,
the magnificence of your visage,
is unholy and unjust.
To obscure,
the glorious artistry of your physique,
plunges this world into madness.
To deny others,
the heavenly gift of your spirit,
damns this life to a fate worse than hell.
If only you knew,
the worlds I would conquer,
all the heroic feats I would attempt,
all the villainous enterprises I would undertake,
to experience you.
If only you knew,
then, my love,
maybe you wouldn’t be so blue.
