Give Me One Poem by John Yaws

It's funny, if you stop to think.
The way our values change.
As decades pass... as fashions go-
I find it rather strange.

When he is young, a man must have-
At least a beauty queen.
Preferably with hair of red-
And eyes of emerald green.

But give him ten, and he will find-
There's not that much to looks.
He'll even go for 'rather plump'-
Providing that she cooks.

Ten more years, and what we have...
Is quite a loss of pride-
And he will gladly take a lass,
If she'll walk at his side.

Beauty is all in the skin-
Or so I've heard them say...
I am a romantic fool-
And beauty fades away...

Give me one who clearly sees-
That I have feet of clay.
Prone to folly, and mistakes,
And loves me anyway.

Give me one who knows that I-
Have no semantic art...
And words are really not my gift-
But knows and loves my heart.

Give me one who knows that I
Am weak, I am not strong-
And I will give her all my heart,
And dwell with her, life-long.