You tell me you're no beauty queen.
You say I must be blind.
You'd rather somethings go unseen
And hope that I don't mind.
But you know what you do to me,
If not you should, my dear.
I'm wanting you - that's plain to see -
Though why you're still not clear.
You won't believe you are the cause,
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beauty,unconditional love