unknowing.

You do not know the depths of ur own beauty,
the perfection of your smile,
the attraction of your face,
the prettiness of your brow.

You do not know the svelteness of ur form,
the pleasantness of your voice,
the kindness of your demeanor,
the nobleness in your character.

You do not know, because you do not preen.
You need not know, because you will always be told.