...Who Is She?

AKS: Counter-Psychology.

A woman, of grace,
says I.
I see her, and since the days began,
I adored her.
Her eyes bright, her smile worth the world,
yet she did not see it.

A woman, of kindness,
says I.
I converse with her, and since the days began,
I enjoyed her.
Her laugh cute, her voice worth the stars,
yet she, again, did not see it.

A woman, of beauty,
says I.
I touch her, and since the days began,
I liked her.
A different form of like, so to speak;
enjoyment far beyond belief,
at least in this world.

A woman, of mystery,
says I.
I find her when she hides.
And since the time began, where we shared our stories,
we revered each other.
I hoped to never lose this woman.

But alas, these things happen.

A woman of weakness,
says I.
People have tortured her pure soul,
her pain not made for this world.
Why is this so?
I may have tried to protect her, but it is to my own undoing.
What have I done? I tried so hard
yet she did not believe in me.