Broken Painted Smile

I mentioned to her how deeply moved I was
By her words when I was down
And she laughed saying it just needed be done
To cheer up her sad little clown
Her aura is divine
Her flesh is beyond the ken
I view her as my sacred ground
She thought of me as one who is a fool
Making me her little one
Annoying perhaps, without worth
My descent begun
My being a curse
To her I was a buffoon
And my attempts to lift
Made her aware
Of my fool's life
Of doom