She hides herself from our view

Only peeking once a month

She's beautiful but self conscious

There's really nothing I can do



She borrows makeup from the Sun

Getting ready for the One

She slowly inches from her shadowy curtain

Gradual and uncertain



Why do you need cosmetics?

Don't you like who you are?

Are you scared-maybe....

We'll see your scars?



The past is the past though

You're in a better place

You have beauty and wisdom now

How 'bout a smile before you go?



Before I know it you're leaving

You're a foul temptress

You drag out our goodbye

Adding to my distress



No matter the praise

Still you seemed worried

You've seen eons live and die

So, what's your hurry?



Stay a bit longer, please.