Change (revised)

Seeing someone in a different light.

Change

Like the intricate, delicate white lace of a wedding veil,

you catch the eye and amaze; a stunning being-

and light does shine through,

creating patterns, beautiful reflections,

of who you are inside.

We are all sunrise and bright white lights,

until our love eclipses.

As night falls over your luminous self,

your whiteness, your brightness, fades to dull;

I see not the lovely, intricate patterns of lace,

but the holes in which you are covered—lies.

The beautiful reflections turn into unfriendly shadows,

chasing me away; I run and scream, because what I see

is ugly.

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Special thanks to the members of the "Simply Positive Newbie Reviewers Group" who gave me plenty of helpful reviews on this poem.