Their eyes transfix on my beautiful jewelry
Of saphire blues, fiery reds, and pearlescent whites
And yet they do not see my face
In the day,
They admire my audacious father
And thank him for his warm embrace
In the eve,
Lovers swoon under my mother's spell
Basking in her glow, their fingers lace
And yet I stay shadowed
Becoming the canvas that time paints upon
It seems forever that this shall be my place
I am the one who's baby-blues compliment my father's golden rays
It is my blush that so many love to watch and yet give my father the praise
They are my jewels that inspire many a poet's phrase
Yet I still do not catch your gaze
