You’ve taken away my looks, by just glancing.
I have drank the wine by which I am intoxicated:
I am to be seen through your eyes,
For I no longer matter.
I am fair, delicate, and bangled.
You tightly hold me
By just watching.
I would give my life,
If you wanted it.
You have colored me in,
Like a paint-by-numbers outline.
With just one glance,
All of me is understood and summarized.
Then of course, it is in this light
That I stand no chance.