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."