I wrote this poem for you, my dear, keep in mind,
It is a verse of my love, of a different kind.
Not for a dress size five, you fit,
We both know such small size, you don’t hit.
Nor for beautiful blue eyes shaped like almonds and neat,
Yours are a bit uneven, one brown, one black petite.
Not for your figure like an hour glass,
More like a pear, we both agree, alas.
Keep your temper at bay, my dear, still in mind,
This is a poem about love, not unkind.
Not for your beautiful smile, I confess,
Your chipmunk look, is what I love, no less.
No expensive clothes, no glamorous style,
You shop at discount, thrift, make every penny worthwhile.
Your makeup game is not at all sublime,
You wear it rare and unwell, but that’s no crime.
Stop flinging things around, my dear,
This is a poem about love, keep no fear.
Despite not having the smallest waist, perfect eyes, makeup and more,
I need not dare, continue listing, galore.
My love is still, yes, absolutely true,
When I am around you, my heart beats anew.
Feel light as feather, touch the heavens so high,
The right words to describe, make me sigh.
Because when I am around you, so near,
The need to touch, to hold you, is clear.
I DO love you, and for
