I’ve seen you smile before,
Your eyes lighting up with joy at
the painting by the bazaar.
I’ve seen you cry too,
tears streaking down your cheeks when
you lost your brother to the war.
I’ve seen anger just as I’ve seen despair,
your contemplation, same as I have
bitter contempt, and its only now that
I realize, how I was falling for you
as I saw you from the sidelines.
Only now as I am, inured to your flaws,
Hypnotized by your charms,
You have never looked as beautiful as you do now.