YOU AREN'T BEAUTIFUL

What thou think, my eyes on thee? .But please i'm not really looking. .Not even thee turned me to hyena; .No cosmetic pulchritude like Almighty's hand's. .Me frosty not by thy monkey-like visage. .Hands of unseen spiders are clouding my sight, .Sublunary substances made up thy elegance's contents. So never will thou make me gasp and fall.