The angel within

You dreamed you were an angel,
Beautiful and fair,
With eyes of frosted sapphires,
And golden silk threads as your hair.
You dreamed you were an angel,
Full of charm and grace,
For whom all princes stopped and stared,
To marvel at your face.
You dreamed you were an angel,
That made the heavens sigh,
For whom the stars began to twinkle,
So they could reflect it in your eye.
You dreamed you were an angel,
A bloom that heaven chose,
Sweeter smelling than a violet,
More stunning than a rose.

You dreamed you were an angel,
But when you wake you see,
That your dream was, well, just a dream,
Of all the things you want to be.
The image in the mirror,
Reflects your blemished face,
Your grayish eyes and mousy hair,
And features lacking charm and grace.
The heavens only sigh now,
Out of pity, not from lust,
And the flowers you dreamed looked to you,
Turn their faces in disgust.

You only dreamed you were an angel,
But when I look at you I see,
I see an angel staring back,
The angel you want to be.
You only dreamed you were an angel,
But you don't seem to realize,
That really that is what you are,
Beneath your plain disguise.
Because your outer beauty,
Is only as deep as your skin,
So look into your seraphs heart,
To the angel you are within.