Pretty you are not,
In the times I think of you.
When one was a number I only viewed,
Then you came and showed me two.
Pretty you are not,
In the way you held my hand.
As we facnied our lives together,
The way two lovers can.
And your breath that fell upon my cheek,
So slight, scented and hot.
A tender moment to remind me
Of just how pretty your not.
Pretty you are not,
In the wants you always keep.
In the malice you daily slay,
And the love you forever reap.
Pretty you are not,
In lines that are hard expressed.
A day, a month, ten years ago?
I truely have been blessed.
But all these doubts
They have their routes,
And damn my words into a clot.
And pang my soul with every toll
With just how pretty your not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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