For You, Love

I'm no more than a stone, in your eyes.
A statue, not quite made to standards.
You cover me with a sheet, as
I am an embarrassment to see.
I mustn't be shown to visitors
For they might notice my imperfections.

My nose, slighty larger on one side,
My left index finger, a tad crooked.
A chip on my lower left ear.

Who notices such imperfections?
"Only a lover," you say.
"T'is for your own good."

You confiscated my diamond necklace
Once given to me by my mum.
T'was the only thing of beauty I owned
It was too pretty for me, I suppose.
Like my flowing crunched hair
And my evening gowns.

Snug on my slightly large neck.
Not flattering to my filled out face.
Too revealing for my busty figure.

Surely others wouldn't care of such things?
"For you, love," you say.
"To spare you humiliation."

Surely a man who loved me
Would not try to shove me away.
He'd show me off as his treasure.
Parade me around in fancy dress,
Watch me finger my pearls while smiling
And laughing with friends.

Instead I live in a closet.
Dressed in a torn, old sheet.
Neck naked; my face holds a frown.

People mustn't approve of this..?
"Shut up!
They don't know you exist."

bruised
For
battered
You,
hidden
Love.
useless