A Virtue Poem by Janet Willemien Mulligan

Please stop looking at me so
You can't understand that it shows.
It is no longer a secret
You see beyond me and I feel it.
I am but of waste,
For your potential is a state of grace.
I should not have to apologize
because through your eyes
I see the truth that cries.
Please stop looking to deny
It's too late to try.
Eight wands carry our fate
Now we must be patient and wait,
For the day when into your eyes I see
The mystery of the first day you saw me.