I Am Not Beautiful, but You Are So

I am not beautiful, but you are so.
I can be more comely than ten thousand.
Your face, is more precious to me than all.
I am weak and feeble… lost without you.
I await you, and see you everywhere.
There is your beautiful face, there, right there
With one more beautiful than I am now.
Do you see now that I am not comely?
But I can be; for you I soon will be.
Do not leave me lonely, my doe, my dove.
I am fat, and globulus, and weak. See?
I am wicked, and insincere, and dumb.
I see no good in me, truly I don’t.
A man is greater than me, ten thousand.
Yet, I cannot even call myself wise.
I have no money, no comeliness. Naught.
Know now, I wait on you, Jerusalem;
I wait on you, for your milk and honey.
Spiced, like a cedar, is your scent. Await
Upon me, and come looking for me. Know.
I am not desirable. I am
Not comely. There is nothing in me to
Want, or desire. Yet, if you come I
Shall make you happy by becoming fair.
For if you meet me, and court me it shall
Be a miracle wrought by God and no
Other. For there’s nothing to desire
In me, not even a good heart. I wish
To know you, and be happy, and my eyes
Shall lighten, for they are now dark by hope
Deferred. I am not beautiful. I am
Not rich. I am not well stationed in life.
Come swiftly and look for me. I will wait.