Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder

It is clear that as a suitor
I do not suit her
 
yet someone else
says I’m cute. Her
 
admirer,
though my eye can’t see it,
 
calls her 'gorgeous.'
I find her ‘beauty’ far from flawless.
 
I spy a monster
when I behold her. She
 
spots an ogre
when she sees me.