Her beauty hidden, locked away, unseen,
A fragile mask, her shield, her constant screen,
But in her eyes, the longing silently wept,
A love unspoken, secrets tightly kept.
She knew not if her love would understand,
If he'd embrace her, flaws and scars in hand,
So she adorned her mask, her refuge true,
Her love confined, her heartache deeply grew.
With every stolen glance, her heart would ache,
Her tender soul yearned for love to partake,
But the fear of rejection held her tight,
A prisoner of her mask, lost in the night.
Oh, the tragedy of love's untold tale,
A woman's true face hidden, love's assail,
She yearned for acceptance, love's gentle grace,
To know if her lover's heart could find its place.
In the still of night, when stars cast their glow,
She would stand before the mirror, tears would flow,
Peeling away the mask, her soul exposed,
Beneath the fragile veil, her beauty rose.
Yet doubts would linger, whisper in her ear,
Would love transcend the mask she held so dear?
With trembling hands, she'd don her shield once more,
For fear of losing all she longed to adore.
But love, dear love, it cannot be confined,
It finds its way, transcending masks we bind,
And in the tender touch of her lover's hand,
She found the courage to unveil, understand.
For as he gazed upon her hidden face,
A look of awe and tenderness embraced,
He saw beyond the mask, into her soul,
And in that moment, love's true beauty stole.
