But they only see the paint

I know there to be
A woman under the veil
But will she ever show her
Face? Only time may tell.
I could never quite see her
Though she was quite public
And maybe a little pale
An artist hand paints an artist
Face? No one saw her fail.
But I did once.
A long time ago
She showed up
At my door.
I know there to be
A woman under the veil
She showed me her
Face. It smiled and was well.
But that is such a memory
Of a time when we were young
When cherry blossoms fell
And to me, she would never fail.
But time added layers
Maybe she forget to clean
The acrylic from her skin
They cake and seem unclean.
 I know there to be
A woman under the veil
Because all those people do not love her
They only see the paint
Something they want but can not have
They do not know how to wait.
I know there to be
A woman behind the veil
A person with light and spirit in her eyes
And not the painted visage that
always seems to cry.