BOOPIE

In shadows cast, his heart doth yearn,
A love concealed, a mask he wears.
A black Helmut, his visage worn,
Hiding flaws he deems unjustly shared.
For fears like shadows, dark and deep,
Caress his skin with taunting voice.
Acne"s mark, a secret he keeps,
In whispered doubts, his soul"s rejoice.
Yet love"s embrace, a potent balm,
Could heal his wounded, fragile soul.
With trembling hand and words so calm,
He scribes this letter, truth untold.
"My love, behold, this ink-stained plea,
Accept me, mask and flaws combined.
For in your eyes, true beauty I see,
And your love, my heart shall find."