Still only me

Can she see through me?
Can she see the defensive walls I do erect?
No, surely not!
She is a creature of beauty, and a temple of creation.
No, she would never suspect.

Can she see past me?
When our eyes do meet and she looks away is she repelled?
I do hope not.
She is the sun, the moon and the stars.
No, she does not feel compelled.

Can she see into me?
When her deep, dark eyes do penetrate me, does she feel?
I do suspect not.
For although her beauty does transcend all boundries,
No, she doesn't know I'm real.