I have no interest in your silks
or in your lace.
Nor any pique,
at the powder on your face.
I’m not impressed by your perfume or cologne
and place no value on the trinkets that you own.
I see you in a different light.
Where blemishes do not
offend my sight.
There is no need these faults to conceal
with wily arts,
But rather let me peel away and reveal,
the beauty of your heart.