Your eyes. They see me, but not as I should be. Stained shutters cover the windows to your soul, distorting my image outside the glass. I see you. Once I got to know you, the shutters were removed. Now I see you as you should be. As beautiful, perfect, artistic you. How much longer until you see me, too? I am waiting. I'll wait as long as I must until your shutters are removed. Then we can inspire others to remove the shutters on the windows to their soul.