Beauty

Am I the beholder of your beauty,
or are you holding me to your beauty?
I’m a slave to your smell,
my force field is weak against your Kryptonite.
When you get near, my heart goes crazy.
My cheeks are so red from the street fight.
I imagine myself with you.
My IQ is zero.
I know it’s your inside beauty,
pulling me to you
Are you trying to behold my beauty to you?
I know the cause.
Can you see the effects
your beauty has on me?
I pretend to be naive, so you can teach me.
Remember, your presence is needed to bring my IQ up.
Beauty, please release me!