For hours I gaze into your eyes so clear.
So perfectly they do reflect, divine.
Which is the reason why I stare, my dear;
To gape upon, not your splendor, but mine.
The words, my dear, I speak so soft to you
Are meant for selfish gain, your praise ignored.
Back from your lips, my love, they come. Slip through
The false facade of love; my pride restored.
For purely show, romantic I may be.
The obvious motives are laid aside.
I care for you so dear, so they may see
How greatly I love you; exploited bride.
You are, my love, the fuel of my conceit.
Your beauty makes my arrogance complete.