FACES
by Galen of Bristol
(c) 1995, Paul T. Mitchell, all rights reserved.
Thou art beautiful, deny it not
For the face which, when thou look'st in thy glass
Returns thy gaze, is different than that
Which gazes on me with such loving pass.
Each sees himself in his own worst aspect;
But seeing that which brings us greatest joy,
A radiance light one's face at prospect
Of tarrying. Thus, with thy fav'rite boy.
When thou turned thy face toward me, blemishes
Were invisible to me, beholding
Only thy great love, thine eyes' promises
Of passion and triumph, naught withholding.
When thou shouldst see thyself as I see thee,
Then shouldst thou love thyself as I love thee.
