Behind the heralding sculpture
So attractive to behold
Behind the flawless smile
So evoking to resist
Do you see the iota of me?

Provoked by the erotic voice
Provoked by the calm nature
So golden to ignore
Beauty is in her nature
Beyond these distracts
Do you see me beneath?

The steps that calm the trouble waters
The gesture that tranquil the trouble soul
The facial that causes tumbulance
In all of these traits
Do you see the real me?

In all the eye balls
The beauties that spark as diamond
The movement of bodies so enticing
Can you single me out?

Will you still care?
If my flawlessness is so flawful
Will you still care?
If l am being revealed in my darkest corner
Will your stare still pop?
Like the moon that glows
Will your finger print place a map on the crack lines on my palm
If you eventually see the naked me

Will my portrait still be a piece in your dream
Will my shadow still reflect in your heart
Will my smile still blush your ego
And Would your silent still behold my presence
If the real me is sketch out with time.