Tall, dark and handsome

Behind our every mask
Lies the true man
Waiting for expression
We take pains to polish up
 That those colors may be presentable and acceptable;
we do well to hide the details we will rather have unseen.

 Tall, you walk,
Your skin, a polished chocolate;
But underneath the smooth exterior
Lies the rubble that you will rather present as a building
Carefully packaged and adorned.
I have become your mirror;
The perfection you always want to see.
So when you bend, you see me bend
A mirror that hides well all your imperfections.
How could anyone say that you lack the true capacity to love?
But isn't what drives you the emotions you see in your reflection?
You feed on it, drink it and dote on it until it becomes what you seem to believe.
A prototype of the image you want to see.

 Tall, dark and handsome,
My polished prince,
Who are you underneath the dross?
Like an onion, layered in tears;
Yet there's the unsettling need to win someone over
Someone to call your very own;
An acquisition; another addition to your gadget.
But is that all there is?
Building with common knowledge?
It only yields common results.
Who are you underneath it all?