"I wish I were enough"

I saw her again, as bright as morning. Crisp from the newsstand.
I can't help myself, she is white linen. Felt on virgin hands.
I wish she would just frown as in my dream. As I melt in reality.
She's just being the sweet innocence of cumbersome daylight.
She's an angel, I know it now. Her light glowed in the darkness.
Lest, I cower in her presence, for I'm not worthy, as I smiled in humility looking at the floor for acceptance from crumbs that I pierce hid in cracks. Whilst her glow of colour shined through.
I wish I had the self confidence, the good looks, alas the true virtue worthy of her affections. To be her favourite biscuit, as I flake.
I fall as shattered glass of a mirror silent as I hit the ground.