Unfinished Poem For The Shy

It is such a disgrace to let a person know
That you don't have a face - no, rephrase, a face to show.
Such beauty lies in the eye of the beholder,
Yet when your beauty you deny you make me feel colder.

Then to you, something I ask;
It's easy to do, it's not a hard task.
A question, I ponder to thee: What's in a name?
Could it be that you and me are somehow the same?

If so, then meet, I want you to hold,
You'll be my sweet even when we're old.
Confide in me you should, I'm here to help you see.
And all will be good when you open up to me.

By Ethan