To My Lady Unflattered Poem by Atserku Emmanuel K.

Standing with an outstanding figure
Is a shape without a curve
Full of smiles and laughter
And yet is not smiling or laughing.

Beautiful as the rising sun
With face as crimson waterfall
Radiating the dark
Hair cascading on her shoulders
Wishing me a Lilliput
Make there my home I will
Fight with any obstacle
That stands in my way.

Legs so smooth and fine
Walking as though she's been
Modelling since time memorial.

Untouchable yet visible
Seen always yet not known
Full of smiles and laughter

Eyes so captivating that
It subdues the onlooker
Looks so dazzling and confusing
Like a game if chess or crossword puzzle

Yes! That's my lady Unflattered
Comely as she walks in
Claims she's heard every line
Sweet and sour she's felt
And says ‘No guy can flatter me'.
She can't be made to have red cheeks
Cannot be out spoken
Neither can she be convinced or wooed

Yet she blushes when these things she talks
One says ‘she walks in beauty'
But I say she is beauty in the making

She is a Calypso in being
And yet was uniquely and specially made
She is a picture of a serene
And pleasant atmosphere
Never before has a beauty been seen
A beauty so unrealistic but charming.