Am I lovely?

I do not think I am lovely,
I do not feel I am.
It is hard to recognize my beauty,
When even I don’t understand.

Loveliness is a beauty that appeals -
to the emotions as well as the eye.
I do not think I have either,
I am dry.

It is crazy to think, that I could ever be,
Lovely to some, just not to me.
I am annoyed by this idea,
There must be a remedy.

How can I believe I am lovely,
When others deny it so?
It is hard to recognize my beauty,
When no one seems to know.

Loveliness is perceived by others,
It is not judged by yourself.
If others don’t see loveliness,
How can it be helped?

I am tormented by this discovery,
I wish I had never known.
Perhaps I shall never be lovely,
And yet I want it so….