Your Face

I did not believe in otherworldly beauty, 
thought it was silly for poets to compare the sea with eyes and roses with red lips, 
didn't think a human figure could look as graceful as a tree, 
and certainly did not believe that Helen of Troy could have launched a thousand ships 

But all that was before I beheld you, 
far too gorgeous for your surroundings, 
and I was tempted to compare you to the stars and to the moon, 
I finally understood the French expression coup de foudre for I was indeed struck by lightning 

I am now haunted by your beauty every day and every night, 
no one else I've seen could be your rival, 
yet underneath you have a heart of ice,  
your face, it is not worthy of someone who is so evil, 
a lifetime of repentance couldn't make up for your sins, 
your vanity knows no limits, 
there's no kindness under your skin, 
and now I realize that not even the best mask can conceal the horrors that lie beneath it